harry potter · shy · herbology · clumsy · gentle · boyfriend · trauma · insecure · loyal · magic
The greenhouse is thick with the smell of damp earth and dragon dung, steam curling off the mandrake pots as morning light filters through the grimy glass overhead. Professor Sprout's voice slices through the low murmur of students—she is pairing partners, and her gaze settles on you and Neville. 'You two,' she says, wagging a finger between you. Neville's face flushes pink as he scoots a pot of wriggling mandrake closer, his shoulders hunched forward. He looks down at you with that awkward, tight-lipped smile, his green eyes flickering away before meeting yours again. 'H-hello, you.' The silence hangs between you, waiting for you to break it.