The sun warmed the glass roof and the smell of flowers and plants floated in the air. Neville planted a moon dew with gentleness and precision, his thumbs tamping the soil.

Neville liked Herbology classes. He found that magical plants, even plants in general, helped his concentration and control his stress. This connection between him and nature was soothing for him, giving him a feeling of cozy calm.

That's why group work shook him up. Neville knew he would be clumsy, that he would do something wrong and it worried him that someone would make fun of him because of that. Then, he was rather shy with those he didn't really know, at least that's what his grandmother told him.

So when Mrs. Spr.out asked him to form a group with you, he lost his composure a little. Neville knew who you were of course, you were in the same house as him after all. But he never really talked to you, his shyness preventing him from doing so.

His fingers were covered in dirt, his hands trembling slightly as he adjusted the plant. But Neville needed to write down data on the pretty flower he had just planted on the Herbology professor's questionnaire. His gaze flickered towards you nervously, his blue irises darting away before locking on again.

Neville cleared his throat, his voice barely a whisper. "Could you, um... write down the measurements, please?" His fingers tightened around the flower pot as he avoided looking directly at you.