Neville apparated to the front of the Three Broomsticks and took a deep breath. He hadn't been this nervous in a while. It was just a date, but he wasn't good with dates. Or females. Or people in general. As he pushed the door open, he ran a hand through his hair nervously and then immediately tried to lay it flat again. Shaking his head, he tried talk himself down. This was just a friendly little dinner between himself and Mac. He was dressed normally in jeans and his usual button-down shirt with a jacket since it was getting a bit chilly. They were just going to pop on over to the Leaky Cauldron for a short dinner and quick chat and then he'd let her get back to work.

As he looked around, he didn't see anyone behind the bar or cleaning tables.

"Er, hello? Mac?"

"LASS!" Brody hollered, coming from the back. He was cleaning a glass and glaring. "She's gettin' dressed, and she had better stay dressed, ya kin?"

Mac was smoothing down her dress when she heard her brother shout. She took off running, hoping she didn't break her neck. She was wearing heels and she never wore heels. The dress was fabulous, she had to admit. She and Harry had done well, despite Harry's obvious distaste for dress shopping. The dress was black with pleats. The pleats were cream colored. There was also cream piping and a cream collar. It had a very classic feel. She'd pulled her hair back into a high ponytail. Not too dressed up, but not her usual scary rock chick style either. Mac had even put a bit less make-up on.

"Och, Brody, leave him be. Nev' s gentleman."

Neville was warily looked at the glass Brody was wiping and just knew he was about to get a glass to the face until Mac came down the stairs. She... was wearing a dress. Neville didn't think he'd ever seen her in a dress. It was so feminine and classy. He suddenly felt very under-dressed.

She wasn't dressed for a dinner at the Leaky; she was dressed for a night out to a nice restaurant and a walk in the park under the stars, which instantly made Neville nervous. Had he broadcasted or hinted at something he didn't want to be hinting at? Would she be offended if she heard they were just going to the Leaky?

He was about to start hyperventilating.

Mac was smiling widely as she made her way to him. She hoped she looked alright. She felt kind of silly. Harry had insisted combat boots didn't really go with this sort of dress, so they'd gotten some girlie shoes to go with it. She had very nearly made it to Neville when her feet betrayed her. Then again, she had betrayed them by putting them in these shoes.

She stumbled and he grabbed her. Mac looked up with him with wide eyes.

"This should be fun, aye?"

He finally found his voice.

"I hope so. I'd hate to have taken you away from work, and you not have fun. I'm not sure how fun I am, but I guess we'll see, right?"

"Dinna worry. Besides Bro hired a few extra bodies, so no trouble about m'leavin'. We'll have fun. Dinna worry."

"Best no' be naked fun," Brody snapped.

Mac looked at her brother. "I'm no' wearin' knickers."

"I dinna believe ya."

Mac raised a brow and started lifting up the skirt of her dress.

"No!"

Mac looked at Neville. "Shall we then?"

"Please," he replied with a shaky laugh. "Only because I know your brother can throw and that glass won't look good embedded in my face. So, yes, let's leave."

Neville held the door open for her and quickly ducked out when she was through. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and shuffled nervously.

"So, I was, well, just planning on a dinner and chat at the Leaky Cauldron. If I had known you were going to dress up for a night out and had more time tonight, I would have made special reservations and stuff."

"No, I dinna... the Leaky is fine. I dinna mean to make ya think ya had to go to trouble. No, I'm no'... girls wear dresses on dates, dinna they no'? I wasna certain. I wanted to... to do this right."

He smiled at her. "Do you want to apparate there, then? We could floo, but I doubt you'd want to do that in a dress. Meet in the side alley maybe?"

"All right."

She apparated in shortly after him and was once again betrayed by her feet. Mac stumbled and grabbed onto Neville. Thankfully he was nearby. When she was once again the mistress of her balance, Neville offered her his arm. Mac appreciated that. They made their way inside. It was a bit loud tonight.

Neville looked around in a bit of panic. It was crowded, loud, and generally not the best place to be on a date. He spotted a small booth in the back that was being cleaned and immediately headed in that direction, keeping a firm hand on Mac's arm so she wouldn't trip. He motioned her to the seat and sat down once she had been seated herself.

"I'm sorry it's so crowded. We can go somewhere else if you'd like."

"We're fine," she shouted. Mac shifted in her seat, unsure how to act.

What did a girl do on a date? She was pretty sure eating was mostly out for her. She'd embarrass him. She ate quite a lot and was not always neat about it. She was also at a loss for what to say to him. People talked on dates, didn't they? Mac had just opened her mouth when a fight broke out near the bar. She had gotten to her feet before she even realized what she was doing.

Neville immediately turned when shouting started and shook his head. They were going to go to a different place to eat. He'd take her to his apartment if he had to. Just as he turned to ask her where she wanted to eat, a black blur crossed in his line of sight. Looking to his right, he sighed.

"Well, this is not how I saw my night going."

He stood up and crossed to where the fighting was.

Mac paused and took off her shoes, setting them on the bar. The bartender was watching with wide eyes when she did that. She shoved the two blokes apart. One of them lunged at her, so she headbutted him.

"Hey now, none of tha'."

The other one took a swing at her. He would have landed it too if it had not been for Neville. She smiled at him like a loony. Some girls got flowers on dates. She got saved from punches to the face, and that was more than fine with her.

"Let's get out of here," he said as he slammed the guy's head into the bar.

Mac sighed. She didn't think she'd ever get tired of watching him do that.

"Lemme get m'shoes," Mac said, grinning.

He glared at one of the men at the bar who eyed Mac and put his hand on her back as they weaved through the tables. At the door, he held out his arm so Mac could keep balanced and put her shoes back on.

"Looks like this place is a bust. How about I just take you to my place and cook you dinner? The food would be better than here anyway."

"Ya spoil me," she was with a grin. "Spot of violence followed by food? Ya know how to treat a lass, Neville. Aye, let's go then."

He had to side-along them, and Mac stumbled due to her heels yet again. With him standing there holding on to her like he was, Mac was thinking she should always wear heels around Neville. He righted her and showed her inside.

Mac's eyes were wide as she looked around. Everything was light and done in natural colors. It seemed very... clean. Which made sense, him being a healer. She looked around a bit. When she stumbled yet again, Mac rid herself of her shoes. She tossed them angrily by the door with a scowl at them after they landed.

Neville stood awkwardly for a moment before shedding his jacket and throwing it on the table.

"Well, if you'd like to clean up or... something, I have one bathroom. It's up the stairs and second door on the left. Do you not like anything to eat? Picky eater?"

"Iffen it's food, I'll have some. Just make sure it's... it's a lot. I'm... hungry."

She should have felt embarrassed to say such a thing, but she was being honest. Mac hurried up the stairs, all prepared to nose about just a bit. You should never turn a Ravenclaw loose in your house. The were inquisitive. They liked to gather knowledge. Just because she was a bit of a brawler did not mean that was different with Mac. Sure, the sorting hat had weighed back and forth between putting her in Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, but in the end, Ravenclaw was what was chosen.

She hurried up to his bathroom and shimmied out of her dress. She had not felt good about eating in it anyhow. Mac padded into what she hoped was Neville's room. She headed for his closet. She hung up her dress and grabbed an older-looking tee shirt. Mac slipped it on and headed back downstairs.

Neville rushed around the kitchen as soon as Mac had gone up the stairs.

"Food. Food? That's it? Just food? Could we get a bit more specific?" He huffed and looked through his cupboards for anything he could make. Finally looking in the refrigerator, he grinned.

He heard her coming down the stairs. "Do you like turkey?"

"I like food, Nev. Seriously, I'm no' particular. I'll happily eat whatever ya set before me. I hope ya dinna mind, but I borrowed a shirt. Dinna want to get m'new dress dirty."

She was barefoot and standing behind him in one of his tee shirts. It hit her mid-thigh. She just watched him scrambling to get something together. That was a bit impressive to her. He was not like other blokes she'd been with before. Not a bit.

"So, I have a quick dinner I can make. Orange cranberry turkey tenderloin sound good? Whole green beans and sweetened corn sound good as sides?"

Neville quickly pulled out some already cooked turkey and a carton of orange juice, before pulling cranberries out of the refrigerator as well.

"I think I have something you might like. While I get the beans and corn ready, you can mash the cranberries. I have a feeling you'll like that. Come over here and I'll show you how." When Mac walked closer, Neville handed her a metal mallet. "Now, don't go too crazy and shatter this bowl. I don't have too many."

Mac chuckled as she twirled the metal mallet in her hand. He certainly knew how to appeal to her. Mac started smashing the cranberries as delicately as she could. She didn't want to break anything of his. It amused her that he had not noticed she hadn't put one of his shirts over her dress, but was just wearing the shirt. She was surprised about the helping in the kitchen. She was rubbish at any sort of cooking, but mashing she could apparently handle.

"Am I doin' this right then?" she asked.

Neville came around and looked over her shoulder and grinned. "You can do it a little harder than that. I'm going to need the juice and a few of the cranberries themselves. After that just pour it on the turkey. I'll finish up the beans and corn. What would you like to drink?"

"No' firewhisky. I'm no' particular. Whatever you're havin' is more than fine."

Mac's face was a mask of concentration as she drained out the juice. She didn't want to mess this up. She nudged the cranberries she'd set aside towards him. She was scowling and chewing her bottom lip as she poured the juice. She'd never been put to work in this way by a bloke before. It was a bit interesting.

Neville smiled as he watched her face. She was just... cute.

"So, everything is going to go into the oven for a bit and then we'll have a nice dinner with no blokes trying to knock bottles over our heads. Sound good?"

"Sounds different," Mac said, smiling.

She bounded into the living room and flopped onto his couch. She liked this. This was much better than being in that dress and trying to walk in those heels. But she didn't know what to talk about with him. Most of her conversations with men were leading towards the two of them seeing one another naked, and while she was interested in Neville without his clothes on, she was curious about the rest of him too.

"So... yer a healer then." Great. She sounded like a moron.

"A mind healer, specifically. I work in alternative mind healing. It's pretty interesting. I'm a licensed mediwizard as well, so I have to do the clinic hours as well as work in the mental wards. I'm also a level one herbologist. I need a lot of plants to work on my healing. Plus, it helps in the cooking." He grinned. "What about you? Do you like working with your brother?"

"I dinna hate it, but I dinna think it's what I'm meant to be doin' either. I like playin' better than anythin'. When ya get people goin', when yer all lost in a sound? Tha's the best. Tha's what make a night of gettin' thin's spilt on ya worth somethin'."

He joined her on the couch. "I'm the same way about healing, really. I've known I've wanted to do this for a while, though."

Neville happened to glance down and frowned. He could have sworn her dress wasn't that short. And black. Which meant that the black should have shown through the shirt. Not that he was looking, but that meant that she was wearing just his shirt. He let out a rush of air. He had a very attractive woman in his apartment wearing one of his shirts.

He pointed in the direction of the kitchen. "I'm... going to go check on the turkey."

Mac grinned and relaxed onto the couch.

"Need any help then? No' tha' I'm much help in the kitchen."

"I've got it, thanks."

Mac stretched out on her side. This was the life then. She got to beat things with a metal mallet and then was served food. She got to lounge around in her underthings and a man's tee shirt. It was sweet. She was so easily pleased, yet no one had ever taken the time to try pleasing her outside the bedroom. It was different and refreshing.

Neville took the turkey out of the oven and put it on a towel and then pulled out the green beans and corn. After pulling out two plates from the cupboards, he put a serving each on the plate and brought them into the living room. He gave Mac a sheepish look.

"Most of the times I don't use the kitchen table. It's mostly just a place to throw my stuff when I come in the door. Hope you don't mind."

Mind? No, not at all. "I dinna mind at all."

She scooted off the couch and onto the floor. She didn't want to get any food on his couch. As soon as he set a plate in front of her, Mac snatched up her fork. She almost just dug in until she realized he had not even sat down yet. He was bringing out their drinks. Mac just held on to her fork, pursing her lips. She was really at a loss here.

Neville set a glass of water down in front of her and then frowned when he noticed she hadn't eaten. "What... do you not think you'll like it? I can fix you something else if you'd like."

"No! They dinna make food I dinna like. I'm Scottish. We eat haggis. I think most Scottish foods are based on a dare or are culinary experiments gone horribly wrong and folks are just too proud to admit it." Mac looked down, grinning. "I was waitin' for you."

To show him she was more than happy to eat what he'd prepared, Mac forked some and stuffed it in her mouth. She was chewing happily, and it was burning the shit out of her mouth because it had just come from the oven. Her eyes even started to water.

He tried to be a gentleman and not laugh, but he had to snicker when she opened her mouth and fanned it.

"I guess now would be a bad time to remind you that it's hot?"

Mac finally got things under control and gulped down some water.

"Aye, unless yer wantin' an arse whippin' an' no' the good sort." Mac grinned. "Keep snickerin', I'll pin ya down... after I've eat. Yer no' the tiniest bloke ever. Might need all my strength for tha', aye?"

He laughed as her cheeks flushed from the warmth. "I doubt it. I know how to fight, remember? And nice head butt tonight, by the way. Learn that from Brody, did you? That was his technique. Connor liked using the back of his head to knock sense into people, as he used to say." He cut a piece of turkey and blew on it a bit before popping it in his mouth and chewing. "I'm pretty sure I could take you in a fight."

Mac pointed at him with her fork "So yer wantin' arse whippin' for dessert? Happy to oblige ya, pretty boy. Hope ya know the healing spells for bruises."

She attacked her food with gusto. He was chuckling. Mac's eyes narrowed. Oh yes, she was wrestling this one. He'd challenged her.

"I don't think someone has ever told me they were going to kick my arse and then called me pretty. And you should be happy I'm a healer. I can heal you up after you're laid flat."

Mac snorted, stabbing at her turkey. "This is really good. Lay me flat indeed." Mac snorted again. "Right. No man lays me lest I allow it, aye."

"Thank you," he said before taking another bite as well. "Well, you know what they say. There's a first time for everything."

She snorted again. "Yer awfully confident in yer abilities, Nev. Sure, Bro and Con showed ya some of what they know. Me, I know everythin' they know."

He was just grinning at her, as if he was humoring her. She was going to crack the plate if she didn't quite stabbing so hard with her fork. It was part irritation and part... what? Excitement. This was great. She was having fun. She was actually having a good time. Mac couldn't recall the last time she'd just let herself be and not have an agenda.

"That's right. You know what they know. Me? I've spent years around the globe and so I know what everyone knows." He speared a green bean and took a bite off the end. "Still want to play 'pin the ass on the mat?"

"Ya thin' I'm afraid of ya?" She snorted again. "Hardly. I'm no' afraid of anythin'. And I canna let ya think I'll go down so easily, aye. No, we're havin' it out. Finish yer food. The sooner we get to digestin', the sooner you'll be lying under me on th'floor."

Neville laughed. "Oh, so you think you can put me on the floor? That's funny. That's really funny. I'd be surprised if you could even head butt me, you're so short."

"I've dropped larger blokes than ya wit little effort," Mac snapped. She'd never had her ability to brawl questioned so thoroughly. Then again, he'd never REALLY seen her in action. Sure, he'd seen the aftermath, but not the process. Well, he was about to.

Only she wouldn't REALLY hurt him.

This could be a bit of a problem for her. She didn't actually want to do him harm. Usually if she was brawling, she was intent on causing some pain.

He finished up his corn and beans as well as his water. "I'll take your word for it. Finished, are you?" He grabbed her plate and took them into the kitchen. Placing them in the sink, he knew he would have to remember to wash them later. He placed a stasis charm on the food and put the leftovers in the refrigerator. Nodding to himself, he claimed the kitchen clean and walked back towards the living room.

Mac was eyeing him, taking in his height. That could be a problem. She could always cheat. She could start talking about what was in her knickers and let him knock his own self out against the wall.

"I think we should move th'furniture."

He let out a surprised laugh. "You're really serious about this aren't you? You really want to fight me. To be honest, I don't know if I can. I don't like fighting girls. They always cheat."

"I'll no' hurt ya, and I'll no' go for yer bollocks. Ya challenged m'wrestlin' ability. I'm a MacDougal. We dinna let thin's like that go. What's th'matter? 'Fraid ya might end on th'floor wit me sittin' a'top ya?" Kinda like it to end that way anyhow.

Neville laughed and crossed his arms. "No, I'm not afraid of hurting you. I'm afraid of your brother hurting me when he finds out I purposefully fought you."

Mac snorted yet again. "He fights me all the time. He canna be mad. I won't allow it. He knows all too well how I am. Iffen he was worried about ya, I'd have no' gotten out of Broomsticks wit ya tonight. Move yer furniture. Now."

Neville pulled out his wand. "Yes, ma'am." After moving all the furniture out of the way, he put his hand on the kitchen counter and walked back into the living room. It looked rather strange all bare except for Mac standing there. "Furniture moved. Now what?"

"Get comfortable and come at me."

He blinked.

When he didn't move, Mac did both her hands in a come and get it gesture. The was the most excited she'd ever been about something since she could recall.

He just stood there staring at her. "I don't think I can do this. I mean, I really don't think I can do this. This is insane!" Neville crossed his arms and shook his head at her. "Nope. Not going to do it. I won't do this madness."

"Well, I am right sorry ya feel tha' way, Nev, because there's no backin' out now."

That said, she rushed him. Neville shouted. He tried to avoid her. No such luck though.

"No punches," she breathed. "Wrestle only. Take me down, pretty boy."

Neville grunted as his back was slammed against a wall.

"Is your calling me pretty supposed to be a hit against my masculinity? Because it's not going to work." He quickly darted to the side when Mac tried to rush him again. "I can't do this! I don't want to hurt you!"

"You won't!" Mac said, jumping at him. She was surprised when he caught her. That had not been the plan. "I call ya pretty because ya are to me."

Then she started wiggling around trying to get loose.

He almost lost his grip on her. Instead, he moved quickly over to the couch that had been pushed aside, grabbed her hips and dumped her on the cushions.

"Well then. Can I call you the psychotic Scottish lady? Because that's what you are to me." He paused. "And does this count as me pinning you? Maybe? Possibly?"

"Hardly," Mac snapped, launching herself back at him.

He caught her again, no shock there, but his feet seemed to get tangled up in themselves. The two of them went down hard. Mac wrapped an arm around his head to keep him from knocking his skull on the floor. She shouted in pain when they hit. She didn't think she'd damaged anything, but she'd likely have a bruise. She sat up and looked down at him.

"Are ya all right? I dinna mean to make ya fall like tha'. Ya all right?"

His answer was to roll them over and sit on her. Mac blinked in surprise.

"Will you look at that? Who's pinned to the floor?"

Her eyes went wide. Had he planned that? Or had it just worked out to his advantage? Mac started wiggling and bucking her hips to get away. He was heavy though.

He leaned down and grinned at her. "You're a little wiggle-worm, did you know that?" He shouted in surprise when one of her hands shot out and slapped him on the head. When he leaned to the side, his weight shifted and Mac managed to roll them again.

"Not fair. You said no punches."

"Tha' weren't a punch. Tha' were a love tap. Dinna be such a wee babe."

She was sitting on his stomach with her hands braced against his chest. This was the most fun she'd had in a long time. Mac shouted in alarm when he took hold of her wrists and sat up. He pulled her arms behind her back. Mac growled and struggled. He was stronger than her though, and she was at the disadvantage.

"Love tap my arse." He grinned at her as she tried to loosen his grip. She glared at him. "So, are we declaring this match over? Did I win?"

"Nev, I've a secret."

His eyes widened. "Oh bugger."

Her head slammed forward and cracked into his, and he let go of her wrists to put his hands on his head. His back hit the floor with a thud.

Mac was sitting on him again with her hands on his chest. She liked him on the floor like this. It made her feel accomplished. Mac leaned down.

"We could call it a draw?" she said, tracing a finger along his jawline.

"I think you blinded me. Your headbutts are about five times worse than your brothers'." Neville groaned and just laid on the floor. "And don't think for a second this is over. I want a re-match. I also want to be wearing a helmet."

He propped his legs up and Mac leaned against them. He finally brought his hands away from his head and blinked his eyes, which had tears in them. "I think you smacked me so hard I died for a moment. I swear I saw Merlin."

Mac smiled at him. "Dinna be such a wee girl. I dinna hit ya tha' hard."

Neville groaned.

Mac moved down and kissed his forehead. "Any better?"

Neville smirked and grabbed onto her forearms. "Much." He quickly leaned up and back down against the floor. Using his momentum and his legs that were already braced on the floor, he bucked up and flipped Mac over his head to land on the floor. Scrambling up off the floor, he laughed. "I... am amazing. Admit it. I kicked your arse! The pretty boy has won!"

That had been a bit of a shock. Mac had landed on her face. She wasn't really sure how, but the wind had been knocked out of her too. She stayed very still and didn't move, trying not to grin. She'd see how long his victory dance lasted.

He stopped and stared at her. "See... I know this trick. This is what I just did to you. I learned that from females. You're a female, and so you're just trying to get me to lean down so you can pull me down with you. I don't think so."

Neville crossed his arms and kept his ground.

Mac stayed still. She was patient and persistent. She was betting neither of her brothers had ever told him how long she could play "dead". She always got the two of them. Always. She'd once stayed on the floor for an hour to get Connor. She was betting Neville Longbottom wouldn't be able to take it that long.

He fidgeted nervously. "I'm not buying it, Mac. You can't fool me. Maybe I'll throw itching powder on you or something, and then we'll see if you're really... knocked out. Are you even breathing?" He asked in a near panic. "Oh Merlin, I've killed you. Brody is going to come after my arse."

She stayed perfectly still.

"Mac? Come on. I'm not fooled."

His hands were on her back. "Mac? Come on then."

She relaxed her body as he turned her over. Just like a cooked noodle.

"Oh Merlin."

He was feeling on her then. Likely testing for things broken.

"Oh tha's nice. Do tha' again," she opened one eye and chuckled.

Neville glared and removed his hands from her ribs where he was testing for anything broken. "You are not very amusing. I thought I'd killed you. I stopped my victory dance for you."

Mac pouted. "Ya dinna have to stop feelin' me up." She grinned. "And I appreciate the short amount of time it too for ya to check on me. Very much."

He just wasn't getting any less interesting to her. A healer that knew how to whip someone's arse properly. One just didn't find that everywhere.

"If I offer my hand, you're not going to pull me down, are you?" Neville asked as he stood up and stared down at her. "I'm pretty sure we call this a draw. Seriously."

"No more fightin'. No' tonight."

He held out his hand and he helped her up. Mac kept a hold of his hand after she was standing.

"This has to be one of the strangest dates I've ever been on," he laughed. "And I've been on some pretty strange dates in other countries before. But it's also been the most fun, I think."

Mac snickered. "I wouldna know. I dinna go on many actual dates."

There was an awkward silence, and they were still holding hands.

"Right, well I better put the furniture back in its' place. After that we can decide where we're going to go or what we're going to do."

"You better put the furniture back? Like I canna help. I think I just proved I'm no weak lil' lass."

He looked like he was going to argue. Then just didn't. So he was smarter than her brothers. Either that or he didn't like to argue as much as they did. They righted the room in short order, much more quickly than if Neville had done it himself. Mac flopped onto his couch, wondering what was next. So far it was turning out to be a good night. Though Harry might be a bit put out about her current wardrobe. He'd suffered for that dress.

Neville came and sat down next to her. There was that awkward silence again.

"So... would you like to watch a movie, perhaps? I don't have that many because I don't usually have time to watch anything, but I have a few."

Her excitement jumped. "Like... Muggles?"

"Something wrong with Muggles?"

"No. No' at all. I just... I never watched a move on the veedee a'fore."

Neville made a face. "It's TV, not VD. Television. Telle."

"Oh. Well, yes, then. Pick somethin' ya like then. I willna have seen it a'fore."

She bounced a bit in her excitement.

Neville went to a small black case and looked through the very few movie cases he had. Spotting one, he grinned and put the movie in. As he walked back, he started reading the back of the case.

"I think you'll like this one. The movie starts out with Arthur, King of the Britons, looking for knights to sit with him at Camelot. He finds many knights including Sir Galahad the pure, Sir Lancelot the brave, the quiet Sir Bedevere, and Sir Robin the Not-Quite-So-Brave-as-Sir Lancelot. They do not travel on horses, but pretend they do and have their servants bang coconuts to make the sound of horse's hooves."

Mac snorted and Neville grinned. He continued reading.

"Through satire of certain events in history (witch trials, the black plague) they find Camelot, but after literally a quick song and dance they decide that they do not want to go there. While walking away, God (who seems to be grumpy) come to them from a cloud and tells them to find the Holy Grail. They agree and begin their search. While they search for the Grail, scenes of the knight's tales appear and why they have the name they have. Throughout their search they meet interesting people and knights along the way. Most of the characters die; some through a killer rabbit (which they defeat with the holy hand grenade), others from not answering a question right from the bridge of Death, or die some other ridiculous way. In the end, King Arthur and Sir Bedevere are left and find the Castle Arrrghhh where the Holy Grail is. They are met by some French soldiers who taunted them earlier in the film, so they were not able to get into the castle. "

Neville laughed at her expression. "Sound like fun?"

"Sounds like Muggles have a weird idea of entertainment, but we'll give it a whirl, aye."

He started the movie and settled in on the couch. Mac scooted over until she was next to him. She tried to contain her smile when he placed an arm over the back of the couch. Mac took that as an invitation to snuggle into his side.

By the end of the opening credits Mac was snickering quite loudly. She didn't really get the llama thing, but it made her giggle nonetheless. When the guy came over the hill pretending to ride a horse while being followed by a servant making clomp noises with coconut halves, she lost it. Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?

Neville laughed and leaned down. "Just wait until you meet the fanged rabbits... or the French soldiers. I think you'll really like them."

It was so silly, but she liked it. And fanged rabbits? She could hardly wait. Mac could hardly stop snickering as well. Just when she'd get control, something else would happen to make her giggle. The peasants were hilarious. Help, help! I'm being repressed! But what really had her cackling was the black knight. It was so fake-looking that it cracked her up. When he kept fighting without limbs, she thought she might wet herself.

He was so tired that he was about to nod off but Mac suddenly started cackling and he instantly shot upright.

"Sorry. Dinna mean to give ya a fright. Tis funny."

He relaxed back down. Mac snuggled into him and tried to keep her laughing a bit more quiet. It was odd. She was perfectly content to just lie about with him. She knew the instant he was sleep. His body went utterly lax. Mac looked up at him for a moment. He looked like a little boy when he was asleep. She burrowed her cheek against his chest and finished watching the film.

He was correct.

She liked the French and the rabbit, but she was also a bit fond of the wacky drawings. Tim was her favorite because of him being a Scot. I warned you. I warned you. She couldn't have said what happened after that because after a few yawns, she nodded off herself.

Neville Longbottom was a good pillow.


{SUMMARY} Neville and Mac have one hell of a date. He takes her out, helps her with a pub brawl, makes her dinner, wrestles her himself, then wraps it up with some Monty Python.

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