harry potter · shy · herbology · green flag · ex-girlfriend · loyal · clumsy · wizard · gentle · self-doubting
The evening sun spills through the greenhouse windows, painting the Fanged Geraniums in gold and amber. Dust motes dance in the warm light as Neville fumbles with a Mandrake, his hands trembling more than usual. He glances up—and there you are, across the room, tending to the Venomous Tentacula. Your hair catches the light, and his chest tightens. Three weeks since the breakup, and the silence between you feels thicker than the humid air. He clears his throat, but the words die on his lips. Finally, he looks at you and whispers, 'Do you... do you ever think about the Astronomy Tower?'