I Solemnly Swear that I am Up to No Good: Private Message to Neville Longbottom

[alt_evelyn]

I can't get to sleep, Pete. I've been trying, but I just can't.

I've got my meeting tomorrow. And I know we've already talked about it, but I keep going through in my head how it'll go, and I keep thinking he'll see right through me and just know everything. Or I'll get so nervous that I'll clam up and not say anything at all. Which would be bad.

And we might have the boggart in Defence tomorrow. I'm pretty sure about it, at least. There was a rumour. I'm just nervous, I guess. I know we practised this summer, with mum and dad, and I got it then. I just wish I didn't have both things on the same exact day is all.

Hermione Granger liked her present, though. So there's something I can be glad for.

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[alt_neville]

It'll be okay, Lindy, I promise. If it helps, from everything I've heard, Professor Dolohov is bending over backwards as hard as he can to make sure he doesn't scare anybody. I mean, it wouldn't do HIM a bit of good if he comes across mad like the Carrows so everyone goes scarpering off, frightened of his shadow, would it?

Remember what Dad says: stick the truth as much as you can, and you don't have to worry about being tripped over telling lies. He's gonna expect you to be nervous. It might even be good to admit it.

As for the boggart, same thing. Everyone else is going to be nervous, too, but YOU'VE got an advantage. You've actually faced one before.

I'm sorry that you might have to do both on the same day. That...well, as Parkinson would put it, that blows chunks.

(Don't tell Gran I said so!)