A short glimpse of the depth some fanfiction authors go to in creating the most realistic fiction they can possibly conjure.

NLG Approaching quietly from the north side of the pond, Neville aimed his wand and immobilized the spitting snapdragons that had started to quiver at his arrival. No one has taken care of you in awhile, he muttered, setting to work pulling weeds.

When Hermione returned holding his son, he wrapped and arm around them and kissed both his children, thankful that he had not lost any of them yet. See Author's Note ...

Nevile harumphed and marched out to the patch of snapdragons who had regained most of their autonomy since he'd left them and they immediately took up spitting at his shoes.

(GWC) "Up late twice this week, you say" Arthur smiled, reading the early edition, "And sweet wrappers in the bin? Perhaps we should have her parents round for dinner. I remember our first date."

GTNLG She showed her wrist to the older woman who glanced stoically between it and the young man's face. It looks better on her.

Fourteen years, he's been holed-up in St. Mungo's with his memories fading in and out and time standing still. Now that he's finally making new memories, can he come to terms with all those that he's lost; especially the one he never wanted in the first

(SH-SN) “You can stay with us for awhile, Neville,” Ron offered, gripping his arm to keep him supported. Neville didn’t respond. “I insist,” Hermione put in, straightening his shirt and forcing him to make eye-contact.

Communication comes in various exchanges - as long as the point gets across. And the point is, being different shouldn't make a difference.

(NLG) It's alright, though," he said and she reached to pat his shoulder as he now stood a bit taller than she. "It's perfectly alright, son."

(GWC) Ron entered the room as though nothing was wrong and sat beside her on the bed. He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped when her head rested against his shoulder.

(NLG) "I bet it's nice to know who's coming before they get there," she remarked quietly. He snorted, "Not after Quidditch."

(SH-SN) "Do you want to go down and talk to her" Ivy asked, looking out of the window above the back garden. Laying on her bed, Lotus replied, "Just tell me what she's like."

(SH-NLG) "I'd have been looking for it later." "Who needs it" she asked, tugging the second button into her hand." "Not me," he conceded.

(SH-NLG) The note fell to the hardwood floor when he sat up. He smiled, remembering. "Good morning," his roommate called. "Yes, it is," he replied.

(SH) As he walked toward the door, he spotted the toy and pocketed it before leaving.

(SH-SN) "Are you sure you want to floo with him" Ron asked, nodding toward his son. "No, but Lotus seems to have become part of your shirt." Immediately, Lotus leaned away from Ron and reached for her father. (Reference to Various Exchanges)

(SH-NLG) Shrugging, she smiled, "That only means you can't go hiding away." He nodded, "That's alright."

(SH-SN) The sunlight through the windows woke him up. Looking at his side, he saw that she was gone, as he knew she would be. “Good morning, Daddy,” two voices greeted and he smiled.

(SH-NLG) WARNING: This story contains very playful, very much newlywed NLG. If you’re familiar with me, you know details aren’t my bag, but you know what’s going on. Read at your own risk.