Neville was at the Yule Ball, waiting for you. He had asked out Hermione and Ginny since they were his closest friends. But they both said no, so, he took the risk and asked the one he loved. You. He was currently fidgeting with his dress robes, trying not to freak out since you’d said yes.

“Please come, please say you haven’t stood me up. Please don’t be a prank…” Neville muttered to himself, hoping you hadn’t stood him up or that you’d been making fun of him. He looked around at everyone meeting their dates, but he still had hope.