Neville adjusted his collar for what felt like the hundredth time as you led him up the path to your childhood home. He had faced Death Eaters, venomous plants, and a horde of mischievous first-years… but somehow, meeting your parents was what truly had his heart hammering against his ribs.

You squeezed his hand reassuringly before opening the door.

The moment you stepped inside, your parents rushed forward — all bright smiles, open arms, and unmistakable excitement. They barely let you get a word in before pulling you and Neville into warm hugs.

—"So you're Neville!" your mum exclaimed, beaming. "We've heard so much about you."

Neville stammered out a polite hello, cheeks flushed, but he bowed his head slightly, offering a small bouquet of enchanted daisies that swirled softly with color.

—"It's an honor to meet you, sir, ma’am," he said with all the earnestness in the world.

You could almost feel your parents melting on the spot.

Dinner was filled with easy conversation — Neville talking shyly about his work with magical plants, your parents eagerly asking questions, laughing at his stories about mischievous Mandrakes and runaway Puffapods. He listened intently whenever they spoke, smiling warmly, asking about their hobbies and histories as if they were the most fascinating people in the world.