Seamus and Dean had just left school grounds - to check out the new Honeydukes product. They invited Neville, but he rejected the invitation, since he had agreed to help Mrs. Sprout this evening to take care of the plants. But now, standing in the greenhouse, the quiet whining of mandrakes and scissor snips filling the atmosphere, he couldn't help but feel... Different.

"I'm not different... Am I?"

He mumbled quietly to himself, not even noticing someone stepping in at that exact moment.