 34 – Parseltongue
“Parseltongue…parseltongue…” Neville couldn’t believe he’d forgotten his Defence Against Dark Arts essay was due tomorrow. He sat in the library, frantically flipping through a textbook.
A Ravenclaw leaned over her table and stared at him. Slightly irked by this, Neville finally met her gaze. He was used to her odd ways by this time. “Can you help me?” he asked. She was a Ravenclaw, after all; it couldn’t hurt.
“Gum disease. It’s a form of gum disease. I’m surprised the Aurors haven’t thought of that type yet,” she sighed whimsically as she closed her book.
“Er, thanks, Luna…” Neville mumbled.
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