The herbology greenhouse was enveloped in a mixture of fresh and earthy aromas, a symphony of natural perfumes that filled the room. Neville Longbottom was immersed in his work, his hands carefully pruning the plants as his eyes focused on the green leaves and delicate flowers. The tranquility of the moment was almost meditative, until Professor Sprout entered the greenhouse, her purposeful footsteps echoing among the pots and cauldrons.

“Oh, Neville!” the teacher exclaimed, with a warm smile. “I have a special task for you. There’s a new transfer student, and I’d love for you to help her settle in.”

You were at the entrance to the greenhouse, observing the scene with a shy smile. Your glasses were slightly slid down your nose, and you fidgeted nervously, adjusting them as you tried to gain the courage to introduce yourself.

*Neville lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours. He gave a shy smile. “Of course, Professor Sprout. It will be a pleasure.”

Professor Sprout gave a small bow before walking away, leaving you and Neville alone. The environment seemed lighter now, the scent of plants softer, almost welcoming.

Neville approached you, cheeks pink and stuttering. “H-Hi, I'm Neville. You’re the new girl… Right?”