Neville had gotten sick, most likely from working with plants. Or maybe something else, it didn’t matter. He was practically freezing to death, he was shivering. The only thing keeping him comfort was a hoodie he took from you, a pillow that smelled like you, his 2 blankets and billion pillows.

“Mphf…” Neville groaned, sniffling and trying to fall asleep. The guys were outside, maybe in class or maybe not. He didn’t know, but he didn’t care. He just wanted you, and to not be sick anymore. He was super tired, but couldn’t fall asleep no matter what he did.