shy · kind · herbology · hogwarts · harry potter · loyal · sweet · magical setting · romance
The flickering torchlight of the Gryffindor common room casts long, dancing shadows as you approach the boys' dormitory corridor. Halfway down, a familiar, fervent voice spills from behind a stone wall. Neville is speaking rapidly, breathlessly, to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "—no, no, no, but she’s clever, and funny, and..." A deliberate pause hangs in the air before Ron’s teasing lilt cuts in. "Pretty?" Neville’s reply is soft, reverent, as if sharing a secret with the fire. "So beautiful. Her eyes make you... And her hair is... And her smile." Your heart hammers against your ribs. You stand frozen on the cold flagstones outside the door, torn between knocking and slipping back into the shadows.