Yet More Practice [Amelia]

The DA year was supposed to be practice for the Department of Mysteries. Which was supposed to be practice for the year of the Carrows. Which was supposed to be practice for the Battle of Hogwarts "final exam." Which ended with Voldemort dead, which sort of meant it was supposed to be the end, right? 

Well, apparently not. The figurehead had fallen, but the beliefs still lived on. In fact, there was even something more sinister about it, because those who had simply been followers had disappeared after the loss of their leader. Those who remained were hardcore.

Neville had spent the day shadowing some higher-ups who were going to be assigned as bodyguards to Amelia Evans. She'd recently become a target due to the fact that she was a high-profile Muggleborn. Most people would have been excited to meet her because she was a famous Quidditch player and, yeah, that was cool, but for Neville there was also the fact that he remembered her from school. Given that he'd finally figured out that he really was a Gryffindor and developed some confidence, he was on a reconnecting-with-old-classmates kick. People he was afraid to befriend before finally seemed interested in hanging out with him!

So, at the end of the work hours, he made his way over to Amelia with a smile and an outstretched hand. "Hey! I'm Neville. You helped me out of a little Sticking Charm trap when I was a third-year."

Amelia Evans

This was a whole lot of noise over nothing. At least that's what Amelia had decided. They were just letters. Not even acts. Threats in print. Nice cursive though but even so. Was everyone really going to freak out about letters? It seemed like it. The Ministry was certainly playing things by the book and then some and this was one playbook that Amelia could not subscribe to. There were whispers of assigning her her own personal bodyguard, necessary curfews, check in points, luckily that wasn't the case yet. The team would be getting a guard to stand at the locker room door and there would be nothing else extreme beyond that... Yet... 

When the tall man came through the door of the conference room at the stadium her jaw nearly hit the floor. "Longbottom... Is that you?" The words tumbled out of her mouth in shock like word vomit. She wasn't exactly apologetic about it... As was her American way. "Holy sh**. I barely recognize you. Well, hell...:" Rising to her feet quickly she stuck out her hand for an eager handshake actually grinning for the first time in weeks. "Yeah. Of course I remember. To this day you're still the only person I've ever helped successfully with anything magic related. Not that you needed it... You did just fine." The papers had recounted the stories countless different ways but Neville was in his fair share of them... All before graduating.

"What are you doing here?" She asked but once the words left her mouth her smile faded. She put it together. "Oh. I guess you're really not a third year anymore, huh?" She didn't want a bodyguard darn it! "Ok. Well, since you're a big boy now you can tell your friends I can manage just fine myself and I don't need a guard thank you very much." She declared loudly flipping her braid over her shoulder.