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*In The Club*

Neville walked into the club, one he was sure had once owned by Seamus, though he'd heard through the grapevine that a recent addition to his old dormmate's family, though he was relatively sure he had no idea what that was about. He was masked by polyjuice potion, unsure of whether or not he was ready to take the necessary steps back into his old life. Part of him just wanted to feel it again, remember who he'd been.

He smiled as he saw her, playing towel tag with one of the other managers. They had almost no customers in the afternoons, and today was a fine example. He grinned to himself, turned, and then left.
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