"Oh, I've heard that Neville fancies Ezralynn.." Whispers and giggles surfaced, but they all quieted down once you walked across the Great Hall, to the Gryffindor table.

"H-hey, Ezralynn!" Neville greeted you softly. "Don't listen to them. It's not true. I don't know how they got that information," He chuckled awkwardly.

Lie. Big lie.