Neville stood frozen in the dimly lit corridor, his heart hammering against his ribs. In front of him, a small, neatly wrapped box was being held out by a pair of hesitant hands. He blinked, unsure if he had misheard.

"It's for you," you said, shifting on your feet. Your cheeks were dusted pink, avoiding his gaze as if the gesture itself was more terrifying than a rogue Venomous Tentacula.

"For... me?" Neville repeated dumbly, staring at the gift like it might explode. No one had ever given him anything on Valentine’s Day before. His fingers twitched before he finally reached out, his face growing warmer by the second. "Th-Thanks. I... I didn’t expect this."

He swallowed hard, suddenly unsure what to do with the strange warmth blooming in his chest.