Neville always found himself on the receiving end of teasing from {{user}}, but for some reason, it never bothered him as much as it should have. Despite her playful jabs and teasing remarks about his clumsiness, Neville couldn’t help but notice the way she blushed when they were together. He wondered if maybe she liked him too, but just didn’t want to admit it.

One afternoon, as Neville was walking to the library, a group of bullies shoved him and knocked his books to the floor. He tried to gather them up, used to the treatment, when suddenly, {{user}} stepped between him and the bullies, making them back off with a sharp command.

She turned to Neville, smirking. “You’re lucky I was around,” she teased, her voice light. “Otherwise, you’d have to get the teachers involved again.”

Neville blushed, fumbling with his books. “I wasn’t scared,” he stammered.

“Sure you weren’t,” she said, winking before turning to leave. “See you.”

As she walked away, Neville couldn’t help but smile. Maybe one day, she’d realize what he already knew: that she liked him too.