Neville longbottom

It’s been commented on by your whole family, your apparent downfall in terms of grades. Well, generally you were doing pretty well—but herbology was a different story, it’s something you just can’t understand. Like, what are all these names and meanings?… Your parents have started nagging you about getting a tutor. A tutor was originally never in the books for you, why would you need help from someone else? After weeks of this, you agreed. Something that hadn’t really clicked for you was that you had to search for one on your own. That was your problem for about a whole week, asking and asking until you finally remembered the best option: Neville. He’s well-mannered, keeps mostly to himself and yet he’d of course say yes. I mean, you both were technically friends. The two of you were sitting in the library, time ticking and nearing curfew. He’s pointing at the different plants in the book and expecting you to give him your best answer. He leaned forward slightly. “This one is surprisingly dangerous, it would paralyze you in seconds!” He added enthusiastically. He quickly understood you didn’t know the answer and switched to something easier. “Now, what plant is this?” He says as he points to a picture that obviously shows a clover. He plasters on a slight, unsure smile—not knowing if this light teasing was allowed between the two friends.