Neville Longbottom [03]

On a casual date during a mild May evening at Neville’s house, you both realised that Neville didn’t have many clothes.

All he owned was his school uniform, his gardening clothes, two shirts and a single pair of jeans that hugged his legs a little too close for comfort.

The truth was: one, he didn’t have time to go shopping anymore with how busy he was, and two, he didn’t have enough money in his pocket to go leisurely shopping.

You offered to pay for him, and he gratefully accepted. You now found yourself in a muggle store of clothes, trying on different outfits.

Neville, unfortunately, hadn’t found anything he liked. It wasn’t that anything didn’t LOOK nice, it just didn’t look nice ON him. He was round, too soft, too pudgy.

He came out of the Try-on room wearing a yellow and white vertical striped button-up shirt, a pair of red dress pants and a deep ruby blazer, topped with a plain black tie.

You watched with a smile, but he looked down at himself with a small frown.

“I look like a popcorn bucket with extra butter…” Neville murmured, a slight glisten forming in the corners of his eyes.