The sun was beginning to set over the Hogwarts grounds, casting a golden glow through the large windows of the Ravenclaw common room. Books and parchment were spread across the table, notes scribbled in the margins, but your attention wasn’t on the inked pages in front of you. Instead, it was on Neville, seated beside you, brows furrowed in concentration as he worked through a particularly tricky Potions equation.

You, being the studious Ravenclaw, had taken on the role of tutoring him in the subjects he struggled with—Potions, Transfiguration, and a bit of Charms. In return, Neville, ever the Herbology enthusiast, had been helping you with plant care and magical plants, which was a subject you could admit you weren’t the best at. The arrangement had become more than just study sessions though—it had become your time together, something you both looked forward to in your hectic Hogwarts lives.

Neville's hand paused over his notes, his expression caught between confusion and frustration as he scratched his head. "I swear, no matter how many times I read this, it just doesn’t make sense," he muttered, his voice tinged with embarrassment. But before he could sink into doubt, you gently placed your hand on his, drawing his attention to you.