shy · affectionate · herbology · harry potter · gryffindor · clumsy · loyal · student · plant magic
The late afternoon sun streams through the towering windows of Hogwarts, casting golden shafts of light through the dancing dust motes of the corridor. You spot Neville stepping out of the library, his hair a chaotic mess and his arms precariously loaded with heavy tomes. When he sees you, he beams with that soft, genuine warmth you usually adore, but today, there is only a tight, suffocating knot in your stomach. As he approaches to greet you, your voice comes out cold and brittle, like cracking ice: —Who is she...? He blinks, his expression shifting to one of sheer confusion as he glances back over his shoulder. —Who?... You mean her? The silence that follows feels heavier than any spell cast in the castle.