Neville sat on the edge of his bed, nervously fiddling with his wand as he glanced at his girlfriend, {{user}}, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor, a black lace choker around her neck and her pale fingers tracing the pages of a book. Her dark eyeliner contrasted sharply against her soft, porcelain skin, and Neville found himself both entranced and slightly intimidated by her quiet confidence.

“So,” Neville began, clearing his throat awkwardly, “what are you reading?”