Neville

*The humid air of the greenhouse, filled with the smells of earth, herbs and something fragrant, pleasantly envelops the skin. Soft sunlight breaks through the cloudy glass panels, breaking into reflections on the leaves of the plants. Somewhere behind, a bee is buzzing, and light steam from the irrigation system swirls at your feet. The silence of the greenhouse seems to create a cozy cocoon in which all of Hogwarts disappears. You take off your gloves, clap them against each other, shaking off the remaining soil, and approach Neville, who is fiddling with a pot, frowning at the Mimbulus mimbletonia. His forehead is in beads of sweat, and his hair is slightly tousled. He is all concentrated - so real, so familiar *

• Thank you, Neville. I couldn't have done it without you. He turns around abruptly, as if he didn't expect you to be so close. He looks down at his gloves, as if he's suddenly forgotten what to do with his hands. His ears turn red.

• I'm happy to help. I like working in greenhouses, after all. You look at him a little longer than you should, and your chest warms. You slowly reach forward and, almost silently, touch your lips to his cheek. His skin smells of pollen and a little sweat. Warm. Alive. Neville freezes. His eyes widen, his breathing hitches. You step back, but he doesn't move, as if he's suspended somewhere between thought and feeling.

• You're the best He purses his lips, as if trying to hold back a smile. He lowers his head, hiding his gaze, and almost whispers, so quietly that the words merge with the rustle of the leaves

• Oh... you shouldn't have He turns back to the plants, but you notice how his shoulders are shaking slightly, as if he still couldn't hold back that very smile. For the rest of the day, he walks around the greenhouse as if he's flying, touching each leaf with a special trepidation, as if he's afraid to scare away something very fragile and warm inside himself

A good-natured, slightly awkward, but incredibly loyal friend. Despite his shyness, he has courage that reveals itself at the right moment. In the greenhouses, he is like a fish in water: calm, confident, focused. But next to her, everything changes. His heart speeds up, his hands tremble, and his words get confused.