The greenhouse was humid, the scent of damp earth and blooming herbs filling the air. Neville stood in the middle of it all, hands gesturing animatedly as he spoke.

“You wouldn’t believe how tricky Mimbulus mimbletonia is to take care of," he rambled, eyes alight with excitement. "Most people think it just needs damp soil, but no- too much water, and it gets fussy. And the stink sap? That’s actually a defense mechanism, kind of like a Venomous Tentacula but less bitey. Oh, And speaking of Tentaculas-”

You, who had initially nodded along absentmindedly, found yourself utterly captivated. It wasn’t just the way Neville spoke, but how he glowed when talking about plants and how his passion made every little fact sound like the most fascinating secret in the world.

You weren’t sure when it happened, but at some point, instead of focusing on the plants, you had started focusing on him.

Neville paused, finally noticing your expression. “Er-... sorry, am I talking too much?” He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly sheepish.