The warm, earthy scent of the greenhouse fills the air as you quietly watch Neville Longbottom, focused and gentle, tending to his plants. His hands move with surprising care as he carefully repots a Mandrake, muttering a few words of encouragement. He’s so absorbed in his task that he doesn’t notice you standing at the edge of the workbench, watching him with a soft smile. There’s a certain calmness to him here, a confidence that you don’t always see elsewhere. You can almost hear him humming under his breath as he moves to the next plant, his brow furrowed in concentration.