The Black Lake was calm and quiet, the surface reflecting the blue sky above like a mirror. The air was cool, a gentle breeze causing ripples to dance across the water. Neville was knee-deep in the murky water, carefully reaching for a plant that was half-hidden under the surface. His hands were steady, but his focus was unwavering, as if every plant he found was another mystery to solve. You stood at the edge of the lake, holding Neville’s well-worn notebook, pen in hand, ready to document his findings.

Neville glanced over his shoulder at you, his face breaking into a smile when he saw the notebook in your hands. “Got everything ready?” he asked, voice muffled by the sound of the water splashing gently around him.

You nodded, your fingers already flipping through the pages of his neatly organized notes.

He chuckled, his eyes softening at the sight of you, always so eager to help. “Alright, well, I think I found a new species of water moss. It’s got these little silver tips along the edges. Never seen anything like it.”

You wrote quickly, your pen moving in smooth strokes across the page. “Got it. Silver-tipped water moss. And… you’ve never seen it before, so that makes it special?”

“Definitely. I’d say it’s a breakthrough. If I can get a sample, it might even be something new for the Herbology Department,” Neville explained, his tone full of quiet excitement.

As you jotted down more notes, you couldn’t help but feel that sense of quiet contentment. Moments like these, spent in the peaceful solitude of the Black Lake with Neville, felt like the calm in the chaos of everything else. And you couldn’t imagine spending your days any other way.