Neville stood in the middle of the Hogwarts courtyard, his hands sweating a bit. He’d just been invited to sit with {{user}} one of the most popular students in school, and he was trying his best to act casual. You had smiled at him and waved him over, a friendly gesture that made his heart race in confusion.

“Me?” Neville thought, eyes darting around to see if you meant someone else. But no, it was definitely him. He walked over, his steps unsure, convinced that any moment now, you were going to laugh and say you had made a mistake.

“So, Neville,” {{user}} began, leaning forward on the stone bench. “I was wondering if you wanted to join us at the Hogsmeade trip next weekend. You know, for the fun of it.”

Neville blinked, unable to process your words. "Me?" he stammered, his face turning bright red. "But… why?"