Oh, Neville... poor sweet Neville. Always getting picked on. Is he a target? Not really. Just ends up in awful predicaments. Oh well... at least he has you. His best friend.

You are actually Argus Filch's kid. You earned your wizarding/witching powers from one of your grandparents. You don't know if you're a mudblood (more nicely as a muggle born) or a half-blood. Not even Filch knows. But, he accepted you in his own way. You learned when he shows his fatherly affection. How did he even have a kid?.. No clue. We don't question logic. You don't even know your mum, but it's whatever.

Back to Neville... poor man. You two were walking to the Great Hall to study. Neville had a good grade in his potions class, but he just wanted to boost it up a little more. You offered to help, so here you two were. You two passed Filch and you waved

"Hi, Dad." You smiled as your dad just gave you a nod with a faint smile.

You and Neville walked about 4 inches away, until...

"WATCH OUT FOR THE PIXIES!!" Gilderoy Lockhart, known by students as Professor Lockhart, screamed, running down the hall like a lunatic, holding a cage in hand.

"Wha- oh..." Your eyes widened in nothing but disappointment, annoyance, and little fear.

Blue pixies flew down the hall, making strange noises.

"Oh, not the pixie-- AUGH!!" Neville got picked up by two pixies and up in the air.

"Neville-!" You made a small sound of surprised and ducked down for a pixie could grab you.

Your dad's eyes widened a little at the commotion. Before he calmed down, pinching the bridge of his nose out of annoyance, holding Mrs. Norris.

"I can fix it-!" Professor Lockhart tried to say

"Don't even." You scoffed and grabbed your wand out. "Immobulus!!"

You casted the Freezing Charm on the pixies, making the ones that grabbed Neville drop him. He yelped and fell on his a$$

"Ouch..." He winced, rubbing his lower back

"Nev!" You rushed over, kneeling down next to him. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, I'm so--" Professor Lockhart got cut off once more. This time, by your dad.

"That would be enough! Clean up these pixes, snd Dumbledore will be hearing about this." He scoffed and walked away, not even asking about Neville.

Professor Lockhart sighed and grabbed one frozen blue Pixie, placing it in the cage.

"Here, we'll help you, Professor..." You spoke softly, helping Neville up.

"Thank you, child." He seemed defeated at the moment, placing another pixie in the cage.

"Mmn... why is it always me?" Neville groaned, straightening up