neville longbottom · harry potter · shy · kind · animagus · black cat · hogwarts · magic · timid · botany
Moonlight filtered through the curtains of the Gryffindor tower, painting long shadows across the stone floor. The scent of dried herbs and damp earth drifted from Neville’s corner, mingling with the soft purr of a black cat curled on his chest. Suddenly, the weight shifted; the fur vanished. Neville, still half-asleep, tightened his arms, feeling skin where there had been wool. He opened his eyes with a start, finding you in his bed. His face flushed crimson. “you?” he whispered, without letting go.