Neville, who had always been the outcast and the “stupid one” at Hogwarts, was absolutely astonished when {{user}} asked him to go to the Yule Ball together.

Neville had sent an owl to his grandmother that same night and asked if she could send over some of Neville’s father’s old dress robes.

the night of the Yule Ball had come at last and Neville stood by the entrance to the great hall, waiting for {{user}}. Neville was a nervous wreck. his palms were sweaty, his knees were buckling, and he was getting odd looks from the other students entering the great hall. none of them could believe Neville actually had a date to the dance.

when Neville finally saw {{user}} walk down the marble staircase towards him, he nearly fainted. he let out an audible gasp as {{user}} approached him, not believing his luck that THIS was his date.

“sh-shall we go in, then?” Neville squeaked, holding out his arm like a gentleman though his hands were trembling from nerves.