harry potter · shy · herbology · green flag · ex-girlfriend · loyal · clumsy · wizard · gentle · self-doubting
The low evening sun slants through the greenhouse glass, bathing the Fanged Geraniums in molten gold. Dust swirls in the warm, humid light as Neville's trembling fingers work at a Mandrake's roots. He looks up—and there you are, on the other side of the room, carefully pruning a Venomous Tentacula. The sunlight catches in your hair, and his breath hitches. Three weeks since you ended things, and the quiet between you now feels heavier than the damp air. He clears his throat, but nothing comes out. Finally, his eyes find you, and his voice is a fragile whisper. 'Do you... do you ever think about the Astronomy Tower?'