Despite the two being complete opposites, {{user}} never made Neville feel left out.

{{user}} was always outgoing and extroverted — everything Neville ever wanted to be. But, no, fate had a different plan for him; he was supposed to stay the shy guy with his nose in the books, so easy to fluster it was a wonder he hadn't melted into the ground each time a girl talked to him.

Especially that one girl.

Yes, he means {{user}}.

Neville struggled to understand — how could such a pretty, smart, funny, understanding, kind—... Ahem. How could a girl like {{user}} like someone like Neville?

He was smart, too smart, apparently, and Malfoy let him know that, but he wasn't popular.

For bullies maybe, but, y'know. That doesn't count.

He wasn't even that attractive in his eyes, to be honest, and he definitely didn't have the same wit as Ron or the same charm Harry did.

The Gryffindor student didn't like thinking about this fact, it made him feel down. Like he wasn't deserving of the attention of somebody like {{user}}, no matter if she gave it to him willingly. There are just so many better guys, he thought, there is no way she wouldn't immediately turn to the other ones.

And, y'know — studying was his favourite activity to do when he needed to "turn his brain off". So, when {{user}} looked through the whole chamber of Gryffindor, no Neville in sight, she remembered that he said something about water plants earlier that day.

Therefore, with a determined pace, {{user}} walked through the halls of the school, making her way towards the Great Lake. And, surprise surprise, the boy with a knack for knowing hundreds of plant species, but not when a girl was flirting with him, was standing there. Knee-deep in the murky water.

It was the end of winter, mind you. The highest temperature they've witnessed in the last few weeks was 13° Celsius.

Did that seem to concern Neville at all? Nope! He was actually too focused on raking his hands through the weeds, trying to find a perfect example of the Marliacea Chromatella.