I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up to No Good: Private message to Fred Weasley and George Weasley

[alt_neville]

Fred and George?

Ron told me something that Seamus told him. I--I have to get out of the testing tomorrow.

I remember that potion you gave me last fall, the one that made me sick up all over your book bag? Is it something you have any more of? Can you, I dunno, send it to me by owl or something?

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[alt_gredforge]

Why can't you do the testing? It's gone pretty wizard for you so far, hasn't it?

[alt_neville]

I--

Just take my word for it. I absolutely can't. Can you help me?

[alt_gredforge]

Don't have any more of the potion, we're afraid.

We could make it. Except we don't have some of the ingredients. Or a potions lab.

[alt_neville]

Bugger. Could I make it? If you gave me the instructions? Maybe I could sneak into the potions dungeon.

[alt_gredforge]

Uh...we wouldn't recommend it.

This potion's pretty advanced, and easy to mess up. And to tell the truth, you could REALLY do a number on yourself if you get it wrong.

[alt_neville]

Bugger, bugger, bugger.

All right.

I'll just have to come up with something else.

[alt_gredforge]

Too bad Lee and we aren't there. We could arrange some kind of diversion. Or maybe Ron could?

[alt_neville]

No. I don't want to involve him in anything that could mess up his chances.

[alt_gredforge]

Well, being sick isn't the ONLY reason you can have for skivving off. You could fake an injury. Or if you're desperate, you can even pick a fight, so you're in detention instead.

[alt_gredforge]

Although in your case that might look even more suspicious. Gryffindor you may be, but you're not exactly the fight-picking type, Neville.

[alt_neville]

No. No, you're right.

Well, okay then.

Anyway, thanks. And let me know if you think of anything else.