Title: Defensive Posturing
Disclaimer: J.K. owns them, I’m merely exploring the facets
Prompt: 08: Squibs
Spoilers: post-HBP, AU Deathly Hollows.
Words: 274 Defensive Posturing
It still stung sometimes to hear what people really thought of him. A lot of people still thought he’d never amount to a real wizard, be a squib like Filch. His uncle still teased him about it, and he’d thought after everything that it didn’t matter if he wasn’t as powerful as his parents had been.
“I just don’t think it’s normal,” Ron had hissed loudly as Neville made his way back to the table.
“Ron, just drop it, will you?” Ginny snapped, her eyes spotting Neville first.
“The obvious utter lack of magic - what possible attraction could there be other than -”
“Ron, shut up!” Harry snapped. He too had seen Neville approaching.
“I think Ron’s got a point though, Harry,” Hermione argued. “I think she’s just trying to -”
“Who’s trying to do what now?” Neville said too brightly, plopping down next to Ginny.
“Nobody,” Harry and Ginny blurted at the same time.
“And that’s not a dead give away that you’ve been talking about me,” Neville snorted. Ginny gave him an apologetic look. “I know you were talking about me. I rather hoped you’d have at least been honest about it.”
“We weren’t talking about you, mate,” Ron babbled.
“Just something concerning me, yeah?” Neville asked a bit harshly.
“They were talking about me, not you,” Neville didn’t have to look around to know it was Millicent. “Though, they were a bit thick to not realize I was sitting behind them.”
“We -” Harry started to apologize.
“I’m not a squib,” Millicent snapped. “Not all of us can be wicked good at spell casting. Most of us settle for average.”