In which Stella spends the summer with Neville

Stella set her firewhiskey bottle on the check out counter, it was a very slow rainy day, here in the alley. She rest her cheek on her hand and let out a deep sigh. Neville came down stairs and looked at the empty store. "Ella, why don't we close up. It's too rainy to go home and the floo powder network is too dangerous right now." he told her. "We can make tea and read these dusty old books. Maybe cast a few spells." he added. Stella looked up at him with a bit of a smile.

She walked out form behind the counter and waved her wand to lock the door and close the blinds. Neville light the candles in the dim lighted store. "Remember in our second year, when we hid under the table all night because you were afraid of the thunder?" he sat back in an arm chair. "I don't want to be down her Neville, can we go upstairs. I have had a bad feeling about today. The air doesn't feel right." she forwned making her way up the stairs with Neville close behind her.

"We staying here the night I take it?" he spoke as he opened the door to the small living quaters upstairs. Sometimes long nights, Iris, Stella's mum, stays here. She light the candle before sitting on the bed. "Yes. We have everything we need here. No need risking our lives just to go home." she sighed deeply. Neville took a seat next to her. "Don't listen to Ron. He's big headed he doesn't know what he's talking about. All that stuff he said about you betraying your family is a bunch of B.S, Ella. You are one of the most faithful Slytherins I know. He's just bonkers." he told her. He knew that Stella has been a bit off lately since Ron yelled at her.

She handed Neville her firewhiskey bottle. "Want a drink?" she asked him holding up the amber coloured drink. "As long as you don't posion me." he lightly joked before taking a drink and setting in down on the end table. "Get some sleep, you look tired." he ruffled the ginger's hair. "Nah, too tired to sleep." she forwned again before falling back onto the bed. Neville fell back with her and looked up at the ceiling. After a few moment of silence he spoke "What cha looking at Ella?" he almost whirspered.

"The pictures. You can paint the pictures with your mind of what you see. Like over there you can see a woman's face but if you turned your head away it looks like a cat." she replied. Before pulling the covers over her. "When I can't sleep I try to paint pictures. It helps, I guess." she gave a puzzled look. Neville stared blankly at the ceiling. "What time do you think it is?" he asked her, turning his body to face her. "Time for you to get a pocket watch." she turned to him and stuck her tongue out at him.

"You can turn me into a pocket watch." he added.

Stella sat at the check out counter, like she always does when she's watching her mums shop. Her mother decided to take a short trip to Japan and to get some more books on Japanese Magical Creatures. She thought it was a good idea to leave Stella and Neville in charge of the book store. Neville set a box he found in the attic on the counter. "Look what I found! Old Dusty spell books and books on magical creatures. Luna would love this one." he smiled brightly holding up a book on Nargles. "I'll send it to Rory she could give it to Luna." Stella mumbled grabbing a piece of parchment and an ink quill.

Quote :

Dear Rory,
Neville found this book on Nargles. Maybe you could give it to Luna for her birthday or something. I have no idea.

She began to write, Neville took a seat next to her. "You know there is something between those two." he stated "Tell her I say hi."

Quote :

Neville says hi. He wants to know when the wedding between you and Luna is. Hopefuly you'll have a Hogwarts wedding. Wouldn't that be something? Dumbledore would have loved it.

Stella added to the letter. "When's your mum comming back. My grandma will go mad if she found out I'm spending the entire summer with a girl." he asked her. Stella looked up form her letter and gave a sly smile. "She never had a problem before." He laughed out loud and replied "Of course but now she's finding out I fancy witches." he leaned in to give Stella a peck on her cheek. "Ewwie Neville germs." she teased. "You like it. You slept in the bath tub last night. I had to carry you into bed." he groaned before taking over Stella's letter to Rory.

Quote :

Dear Rory,
It Neville. I am taking over the writing for now on. Stella would love to finish but she has morning sickness. She might be pregos with my baby. Don't worry she will be fine, we just have to stop the drinking...

Stella looked over Neville's shoulder. "Hey that's not funny. Give me back my quill." she yelled reaching for it. "Hey be careful." he said, knocking over the ink with his elbow. "Oh great!" Stella groaned. Neville handed the owl the ink stained letter and the book. "Take this to Rory."
Stella sat back and crossed her arms. "Arse." "You're so sweet honey." he teased back.