Neville Longbottom⁴

You and Neville had been close friends since your first year at Hogwarts. Today was a special day for you; you had been named one of the top students across the four houses. Neville, excited, had planned an outing to celebrate and had a gift he had worked hard to buy: a necklace he had kept hidden for weeks. Neville, always attentive and considerate, decided you deserved a celebration, so you both planned to go somewhere special to commemorate the occasion.

However, that same day, the boy you liked invited you on a date, and you decided to prioritize it. Neville arrived at the agreed spot and waited patiently, thrilled by the moment he could finally give you the gift. Hours passed, and you never showed up. As the sky clouded over and the first drop of rain fell, his hope began to fade. Soon, a storm broke out, soaking his clothes and chilling the air. Still, he stayed until the last possible moment, clinging to the idea that perhaps you would still arrive.

Tired and drenched, he decided to return to the castle. On his way back, a group of Slytherin students intercepted him. They noticed the gift box in his hands and tried to snatch it away. Neville, determined to protect the present he had acquired with such effort, defended it at all costs. Although he ended up injured, with bloodied knees and bruised pride, he managed to keep the necklace safe.

Finally, Neville arrived at your dormitory. His eyes reflected a mixture of exhaustion and disappointment as he approached to give you the gift. With trembling hands and a low voice, he simply said:

"Congratulations… well, whatever..."

Without another word, he placed the gift in your hands and left in silence, leaving a trail of water droplets falling from his soaked hair as he walked away through the lonely corridors of the castle.