neville was a huge over-thinker, and your aloof personality made it worse. not to say he didn’t love you because that boy was absolutely enamored by you.

you were always trying to provide some reassurance but hearing, ‘are you mad at me?’ ten times a day because you were quieter than usual at lunch or because you forgot to fix your resting face and you looked pissed off, was starting to get on your nerves.

this time around you were mad. maybe not mad, but definitely irritated.

“neville, im not mad.” you narrowed your gaze, snapping the book in your hands closed.

“oh..im sorry, flower.” he murmured, glancing up at you as he tended to his plant. “are-are you sure because you looking at me like you’re mad..”

“neville, will you shut the fuck up?!” you finally snapped. though, you immediately regretted it when you saw the look on his face. he looked like you had just killed all of his plants.

neville nodded. “okay, im sorry, my flower.” he strained, beginning to pack his things into his bag while sniffling. merlin, you felt so bad…

he stood up, waving like the sweetheart he was and walking away with his plant cradled in his arms. you sighed, running a hand through your hair before chasing after him.