harry potter · gryffindor · shy · sweet · herbology · awkward · gentle · romance · house rivalry · fidgety
The Hogwarts library rests in a hushed, sunlit stillness, dust motes swirling like trapped magic in the beams slanting from the high arched windows. Neville moves softly between the towering shelves, his worn robe whispering against the wood as he searches for a specific treatise on Mimbulus mimbletonia. Then he sees it—the very volume, lying open on a study desk where you sit, a Slytherin, absorbed in its pages. His pulse quickens, a dull thud in his ears. He swallows, his hand automatically finding the frayed edge of his robe to twist between his fingers. Taking one slow, deliberate step after another, he closes the distance until he’s standing awkwardly beside your table. He clears his throat, the sound small in the vast quiet. "H-hey..." he begins, his eyes flickering from the boo…