The halls of Hogwarts were eerily quiet as you made your way back to your dormitory after a long night of prefect patrol. The torches flickered dimly, casting long shadows along the stone walls. You sighed, rubbing your tired eyes, already looking forward to collapsing into bed.

As you rounded the final corner toward the Gryffindor common room, a familiar figure caught your eye. Neville sat on the floor, leaning against the wall with his head tilted back, eyes closed in what could only be quiet frustration.

“Neville?” you called softly, making him jolt upright. He looked up at you, relief flashing across his face before he groaned.

“Oh, thank Merlin. I thought I’d be stuck here all night,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “I-I forgot the password again.”