It was the end of the school year, and everyone was getting ready to return to their families. They all sat on the train with their friends, excited to go home for the summer. Neville and you sat beside one another, rambling about stuff that happened through the year.

You talked trash about the teachers you didn't like, spells that you learned, anything you could think of. After a couple hours of laughing and talking, the conversation went quiet before Nevilles soft voice spoke up again

"My Gram thinks we're dating.."