Neville Longbottom
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The evening was slowly creeping in, Neville Longbottom stood awkwardly outside the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. His cheeks tinged of embarrassment as he realized he had forgotten the password yet again.
With a sigh, he leaned against the stone wall. He hoped against hope that someone, anyone, might happen to pass by and could share the password.