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Golden sunlight bathed Hogsmeade’s cobblestones as Neville led the way, hands tucked awkwardly in his worn jacket pockets. He glanced sideways at you, hoping to hide his flustered state. “I thought… we could eat first,” he murmured, voice quiet but eager. “Butterbeer? Treacle tart?” His cheeks warmed. “Only if you want.” Bustling shops filled the air with sweet scents. Neville steered them to the Three Broomsticks, his pace hesitant. Inside, warmth eased his nerves, though he fidgeted with his sleeves. He slid into a corner bench, offering a small, awkward smile. “Sit here,” he said, gesturing to the frosty windows. “It’s quiet-ish.” As they sipped Butterbeer, his confidence grew. Pointing out shops, he suggested wandering. At the square’s edge, he paused, cour…