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Title: Renaissance Man
Author: [personal profile] alisanne
Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Kingsley Shacklebolt.
Word Count: 100 x 4
Rating: PG
Warnings: Er, het?
Beta: [personal profile] sevfan
Challenge: Written for [ profile] neville100's prompt #256: Renaissance Man
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
A/N: Luna knows what's she's got, as does everyone else. It's Neville who needs convincing.


Renaissance Man


“...add verbane, it’ll stabilise that base,” Neville said.

Hermione blinked. “Brilliant!”

Neville chuckled. “You sound surprised.”

Hermione blushed. “I didn’t mean--!”

“It’s fine.” Neville smiled. “I know everyone thinks I only know Herbology, but I’ve picked up a few things over the years.”

Hermione pursed her lips. “Clearly. You’re tutoring students in Transfiguration, Potions, Arithmancy and Herbology. You’re quite the renaissance man.”

It was Neville’s turn to blush. “I do what I can. It’s not like anyone really learned anything last year, what with the Carrows.”

Hermione hummed. “You did.”

Neville shrugged. “Someone had to.”

She smiled. “So I see.”


Harry gaped. “How’d you do that?” he whispered, staring at the portion of wall Neville had effortlessly blasted away.

“Oh, that’s just a spell I came up up with one night while on the run from the Carrows.” He grinned. “I hoped dropping a wall on them would make them leave me alone and I was right.”

“Can you fix it?”

“Sure.” A swirl of his wand made the stones re-stack themselves. “Because I didn’t disturb the integrity of the structure, I just persuaded it to appear that way--”

Harry shook his head. Hermione’s right. He’s really a renaissance man.


“I’ve heard good things about you, Mr Longbottom.”

Neville blinked. “Minister?”

Kingsley Shacklebolt smiled. “Your classmates all claim you’re quite the renaissance man. What do you say to that?”

“There’s nothing I can say, sir,” said Neville, blushing furiously. “I just tried to master all the magic I could, knowing that it’d be important eventually.”

Kingsley nodded. “Wise. You’d have made a fair Ravenclaw.”

Neville smiled. “Oh no, sir. I’m not that smart.”

“Hm.” Kingsley pushed a parchment towards him. “Well, hopefully you’re smart enough to take this job offer.”

Neville’s eyes widened as he read. “Wow. Er, definitely!”



“You got the job!” Luna, radiant, was waiting when Neville got home.

“I did,” he confirmed, kissing her. “I dunno why, but everyone seems to think I’m some sort of renaissance man.”

Luna hugged him tightly. “That’s because you are.”

Neville sighed. “I just do what needs to be done.”

“I know.” Luna sat him down at the kitchen table where tea was waiting.

Neville raised an eyebrow. “Did you make this according to your dad’s recipe?”

She laughed. “No. Now tell me all about your new job.”

As he talked, Luna twirled her earrings and smiled. My renaissance man.



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