It had been a whole two years since the battle of Hogwarts. McGonagal had been working on a program to bring back some students who felt like their education wasn’t lived to its fullest, well when she wasn’t working on rebuilding the school.

You had some sort of… falling out with Neville since the battle. It wasn’t surprising seeing as most of the people that fought lost a lot of their friends. Though both of you were curious about the news, and had both signed up. You chose {your class} and he chose Herbology.

An owl had tapped on your window weeks before, with a letter adorned with a name you hadn’t seen in a while. Neville L scribed in his neat and loopy handwriting.

He would be attending this term.

The Hogwarts express brought back that giddy feeling you hadn’t felt since your first year.

Once you finally got into the great hall, a soft voice piped up behind you,

“{{user}},”

Neville had come to great you.