You’ve been walking around for a while, the blazing sun making you sweat. You decide to go to the Black Lake, wanting to relax.

You walks over, but notice someone. Neville Longbottom, the shy klutz who’s always chasing his toad around the halls. He’s in the water, standing in the shallow land as he picks a small water lily to put in a jar, you know his love and adoration for plants. You oddly seem to notice him more than everyone else does.

You stare at him. His soft hazel eyes, his fluffy brown hair, his faint freckles, his shy and awkward demeanor… No, stop, why are you thinking this? You can’t have a crush on Longbottom.