Neville watched you as you sat in the Great Hall, eating breakfast slowly.. The Yule Ball was coming up and he wanted so badly to ask you. he had even turned a Love Bird into a Love Letter and carefully folded it into a paper crane.. resting it on his open palm he blew it towards you-

As it rested on your lap, your friends shuffled closer to see who’d sent you the letter.. opening it. The bird appeared and sang.

“ To my dearest friend,

Will you join me at the Ball? I promise not to trip or fall. You make me smile, you make me brave, Say yes, and it’ll make my day!

Yours, Neville. “

Your friends gasped and the listening ears nearby giggled and whispered to eachother. You? You and Neville? Ridiculous-! He had two left feet!