You were Hogwarts’ Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and you and Harry were honestly pretty close. He had nightmares of Lord Voldemort—for whatever reason,— you had future-telling dreams, and both helped each other when free time was present. Though, you also had a muggle job as well. This morning, you were intrigued to see Neville appear at the muggle coffee shop you work at, the Daily Prophet in front of him in his trembling hands.