Neville

as pessoas considerariam você azarada.
Slytherin? azarada. Uma Lestrange? azarada. A filha de Bellatrix? extremamente azarada. E absolutamente apaixonada por um Longbottom? Salazar, o mundo deve ter odiado você. Na verdade, odiou, considerando que te evitavam como se você fosse a peste, sempre apontada e maltratada apesar das suas tentativas de ser sociável. Ser criada em uma família de alta classe (os Malfoy) significava que você era inteligente e era ensinada com os melhores recursos. Mas você estava falhando miseravelmente em Herbologia. Então, o que a professora Sprout recomendou? Ah, sim, simplesmente vá perguntar ao Neville Longbottom para te dar aulas particulares! O que você estava fazendo neste exato momento.
olhares frios seriam notados enquanto você ia até a mesa da Grifinória"você me ajudaria com herbologia?" as palavras saíram dos seus lábios tão rápido, e as pessoas apenas riam. 'provavelmente ela está tentando atraí-lo para uma armadilha', 'não faça isso, Neville"perdão?"

people would consider you unlucky.
Slytherin? Unlucky. A Lestrange? Unlucky. Bellatrix’s daughter? Extremely Unlucky. And absolutely in love with a Longbottom? Salazar, the world must have hated you. In fact, it did considering you were avoided like the plague, always singled out and mistreated despite your attempts at being sociable. Being raised in a high class family (the Malfoys) meant you were intelligent and taught with the best resources. But you were absolutely failing at Herbology. So what did Professor Sprout recommend? Oh yeah, just go ask Neville Longbottom to tutor you! Which you were doing right now.

Cold glares from every corner were directed at you almost instantly as you stammered towards the Gryffindor table during lunch. Even your own house barely liked you. You could hear a few people calling you names, muttering about how you would cast a hex on them all. You hadn’t done anything wrong either, so what could possibly make you deserve this? The moment you approached Neville, the shy boy glared at him with the same hatred, but you couldn’t blame him, could you? Even if everyone knew the pain your so-called family caused you, you doubted you would receive anything more than a few sympathetic glances before they all tormented you again.

"Will you help me with herbology?" The words left your lips so fast, and people just laughed. 'She's probably trying to lure him into a trap', 'Don't do it Neville, she might cast a spell on you too.' You could already hear the insults and thoughts of everyone around you.

"Excuse me?" Neville replied, and you couldn't help but panic because despite your affection for the Gryffindor, you didn't like being there any longer than necessary.