“I don’t know who little lamb is, but do I get to see my girlfriend now?”
“I don’t know, you’re are seeing me right now. Or am I invisible? Maybe only magical people can see me. Oh, wait, you are a wizard! Well, I guess you can.” The brunette grinned at her boyfriend, toying with the hem of her shirt.
He chuckled, scratching the back of his head, “are we talking in riddles now?” He hadn’t a clue about half of what she just said, but she as here and that was enough for him. He stooped down and pressed his lips to hers once, “well thats good, because I’ve missed you.”
He looked over to see none other then the lovely Cho Chang. She had always been so kind, he was almost surprised she wasn’t a Hufflepuff, but her supreme starvation for knowledge was probably what placed her in Ravenclaw.
He let out a sigh, “I just-” he looked at the horrible mess of a potion that Snape had just failed him for. “I’m never going to get the hang out this,” he set his head down on his fist.
“I’m horrible at potions, honestly.”
She grinned. “Well, that’s what I’m here for, right?”
Surveying the mediocre potion (Cho refused to believe that any student of hers could do anything atrociously), she grimaced slightly, though her encouraging smile remained. She looked at the list of ingredients he had claimed to use and remarked, “That [your potion] doesn’t look too bad. But erm…what potion was it you were trying to make?” Cho stifled a chuckle; she hadn’t asked to embarrass him about the quality of his potion. Instead, she’d asked because she wanted to know if he had used the right materials in the first place.
He looked up with her with a small smile, “yea, of course.”
Nevilles cheeks burned the brightest of reds, if she couldn’t even tell what it was he must have done something terribly wrong. The class had been learning about complicated spells, once of which was liquid luck. They had held a contest for someone to win it, but as usual Neville lost. But anyone who knew him, knew he could use some luck, so he wanted to have a go at the spell. “I was trying to make luck liquid luck and the odds were not in my favor,” he sighed. “What did I do wrong?”
Professor Snape had given him a hard time and class again and he was feeling a bit down. Not to mention he had been given a weeks worth of detention and Snape took away ten points from Gryffindor and it was all his fault. No one ever blamed Neville to his face, but he was sure they were all thinking it.
He’d approached her one day and asked rather timidly if she would be available to tutor him for Potions. She had said yes, of course, and so here they were, in the quiet of the dungeons on a warm weekday afternoon.
Cho noticed that Neville looked rather distressed and quietly shut the class copy of the textbook; she slipped a finger between the pages to serve as a bookmark. “Something the matter, Neville?”
Her gaze was kind, patient, and not at all harried.
He looked over to see none other then the lovely Cho Chang. She had always been so kind, he was almost surprised she wasn’t a Hufflepuff, but her supreme starvation for knowledge was probably what placed her in Ravenclaw.
He let out a sigh, “I just-” he looked at the horrible mess of a potion that Snape had just failed him for. “I’m never going to get the hang out this,” he set his head down on his fist.
Professor Snape had given him a hard time and class again and he was feeling a bit down. Not to mention he had been given a weeks worth of detention and Snape took away ten points from Gryffindor and it was all his fault. No one ever blamed Neville to his face, but he was sure they were all thinking it.
When Slytherins transfigure you into a cat…
It was a valid try, but I think something went wrong..
and in the Forbidden Forest, of all places. She was seeking something peaceful, something calm, though, and she wasn’t settling for anything less than the clearing she’d been introduced to months back.
“Cho?” Neville squinted through the darkness. He had been out late identifying specimen from his newest herbology book and was on his way back up to the castle.
