I couldn't see where I landed.

I tumbled onto some leaves and a small branch. I hissed as I collided with the branch. I finally stopped rolling. Everything was still too dark to make out anything.

Wait, duh, my wand. Stupid me, thinking like a Muggle.

I searched blindly in the dark for my wand, my hands as my only available guide. I realized that I was the only thing moving. I didn't hear Neville. He couldn't be far off, we had Disapparated together.

"Neville?" I called. "Where are you?"

"Hold on," he finally answered. "Try to follow my voice."

"Can I find my wand first?"

"Don't need to, I think I've found mine. Lumos."

I turned my head away from the blinding blue light that grew bigger, shutting my eyes until I felt Neville lift me up. Slowly inching open my eyes, I dusted myself off.

"I've had better landings," I grumbled as I scraped off wet leaves on my jeans. "Okay, let's find my wand."

"Why do it the old fashion way? Accio Jenelle's Wand," Neville said.

I heard something whoosh in the air, and a small burst of pain smacked my face. My wand made an inaudible thump in the grass somewhere near me. "Ouch!" I howled.

"Sorry, sorry!" Neville panicked.

"I think my nose is bleeding!" I felt icky stuff all over my hands. Who knew a wand could do damage without a spell being cast out of it?

This whole going-into-hiding thing was going swell.

"Okay, okay, calm down," Neville said. "Pinch your nose."

"Why?"

"It'll stop the bleeding. Trust me," he said gently. "If it doesn't work, we'll get tissues. I bet Hermione packed some."

Neville bent down to pick up my wand that betrayed me. I flinched as I tried to pinch my nose. My eyes finally started to adjust to the bright light. Around us, trees were starting to become naked due to the season change.

"Hold my wand, will you?" Neville said. With my free hand, I took it.

Neville found the bag Hermione lent us and shoved his entire arm down it. I honestly thought he would dive into it if he didn't find what he was looking for. Eventually, his whole arm reappeared, the tarp, stakes, and rope along with it.

"I'm going need it back now," he said, hand extended. I gave him back his wand.

Neville set the supplies on the ground. With the wand light still glowing, he pointed his wand down on the ground, muttered, "Erecto," and, in a flash, the tent sprouted right up. It looked perfect, like expert campers had set it up.

I went in the tent without another moment's hesitation but soon forgot my wand was still outside.

Inside the tent, I expected it to be cramped. The poles held the tent up high enough so we wouldn't take it down with us if we were too tall. I roamed around to find two beds, one in a bigger section of the tent, the other near the small picnic table that was stuck in the middle of the walkway that connected one room to the other. In the bigger section of the tent lay a table, a chair not far from it. That was where the radio would be probably. I hoped Neville didn't mind that I'd take this section.

"I got everything," Neville called as I heard him enter. "Wow...Hermione gave up this?"

"I wouldn't complain," I mumbled, though my voice sounded nasally because I still had my nose pinched. "If we're going to be here for a while, we better start unpacking."

"Right...where's your wand?"

"It's outside still. Do you mind getting it for me?"

"Not a problem. I'll do some protective enchantments too."

Neville left to go hunt for my wand. I went to the section I picked out and sat on the bed, still pinching my nose. Had I thought about it, I could've asked Neville to bring in the bag.

Neville came back, bag and my wand in one hand. He came to me, put the wand next to me on the bed, and thrust his hand down the bag. I looked at him oddly until he pulled out tissues.

"Here," he said gently as he moved my hand off my nose. Neville carefully dabbed what blood I supposedly had on my face. "I'm really sorry about that."

I grabbed a tissue to wipe the blood that had leaked onto my fingers. "I know you didn't mean it," I said as I tried to get the red stain off.

"We shouldn't have to move for a while," he reported. "I doubt the Death Eaters would think of coming to look for us here. Regardless, I put some useful enchantments up so you're hidden."

"Where are we, anyway?"

"The Forest of Dean. It was Hermione's idea," he added when I gave him a puzzled look.

"Take every tip of Hermione's, do you?" I teased.

"What can I say? She's smart and has had experience in this sort of thing."

"We should start unpacking, don't you think?"

Neville handed me the bag. I shoved my hand down inside only to freak out for a fraction of a second when my hand didn't hit a bottom. It looked and felt weird, seeing your entire arm disappear into a small bag that looked to barely hold a huge dictionary. I rummaged through, having to feel my way for things. I managed to get a hold of the antenna of the radio first, followed by the clothes and anything I'd need.

When my hand touched something metal and cold, I jumped. I felt a rim, inside was hollow...

Geez, Hermione, how in the hell did you fit a cauldron in here? She could've put a house in this bag if she had wanted to.

I now felt blindly for the cauldron handle. I grabbed something that felt like it and tried to heave with one hand. I wasn't very successful.

This time, I shoved both arms down the bag, securing the handle in both hands, and tugged. The bag was moving with the cauldron, and I didn't have a spare arm.

"Neville," I called, "do you mind helping out?"

"Sure...umm, are you trying to fit yourself in the bag?" he teased.

"Funny. Hold the bag still, I'll do the tugging."

Neville grasped the bag firmly, and I heaved the cauldron out.

"Open the top wider," I grunted.

I gave one last yank and the cauldron shot out of the bag. It was a simple black, but not the smallest thing in the world or the lightest.

I was taken aback when it hit my chest, stumbling a bit. Neville dropped the bag and helped me lower the cauldron onto the ground.

"I'm pretty sure she never included that when I saw her packing," I panted.

"She planned ahead," Neville breathed.

"Well, if there's this, ingredients are bound to be in here as well."

I thrust my hand back in again only to unsuccessfully find any. I frowned. Oh sure, give us a cauldron, but no ingredients to brew a potion with? Oh, wait, I'm an idiot! It's for prepping food.

I tossed the bag to Neville, who took his time pulling out the rest of the stuff I didn't get, like the food and such.

"She must honestly think we're going to be away for a while," I noted as he pulled out every last bit of food Hermione gave us as a "head start". "So...what do we do now?"

"Well, I can take first shift—"

"Hold on," I stopped him. "'Shift'?"

"Yeah, I'm going to take watch outside."

"I don't think they'll find us that quickly. Besides, you put enchantments up. I think it's best if we both sleep. Taking shifts can happen later."

"Alright, then. How's your nose feeling?"

"A bit better," I confessed.

"I'm really sorry about that."

"I don't see why you're apologizing." I tenderly touched my slightly throbbing nose.

"It's become habit. When I was younger, I was extremely nervous all the time, feeling like I couldn't do anything." Neville went red with embarrassment. "I had confidence issues. You would think I was a Muggle while at Hogwarts."

I didn't know Neville for very long, but that was the first time I ever saw him go red. I didn't take him as one to be the embarrassed kind, let alone have a childhood involving nothing but a lack of confidence. "Really, someone like you, could barely do anything right at Hogwarts?" I gasped. "How'd you end up like this, then?"

"That's quite a story."

"Well, we're stuck in the Forest of Dean, under protective enchantments, and we're probably not going anywhere for a while, so I've got time." I attempted to smile.

Neville sighed but opened up: "You remember Dolores Umbridge?"

"Yes," I said acidly. I hated that hag in pink. She'd ruined Hogwarts that year. Thankfully, she was gone and never came back.

"Then you must remember Dumbledore's Army."

"Vaguely," I said. "I wasn't in it, I only heard about it from the few Ravenclaws that took part."

"That's where the confidence boost started. Harry really helped me. 'Course, after he and his friends left, I felt kind of in charge for the rest of the D.A."

"Sounds like you really stepped up."

"Yeah. If you had joined, you would've done well. Of course, I doubt you would've needed something like that, being that you would've probably known everything beforehand."

"Why would you think that?" I asked, tilting my head to the side.

"Well, you were a Ravenclaw, right? They're really intelligent and creative. You probably would have known things that we hadn't learned yet."

I went a little pink in the face. Now it was my time to be embarrassed. "I highly doubt that," I mumbled.

"You're being modest." He chuckled. "Bet you were put into that House for a reason."

"I don't mean to brag, but I was pretty good at Potions," I admitted sheepishly.

"Ah, that's where the talent really is." He grinned. "So...what about you?"

"What about me?"

"What's your past?"

I laughed. "Whoa, no, no, no. I take some time to open up. My story can be told at another time, not tonight."

"But you promise to tell me?" Neville probed carefully. I could detect a hint of hopefulness and eagerness.

"Sure."

"I'll hold you to it."