SOFIA | ❨ NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM ❩ UNDER MAJOR EDITING!

Chapter Thirty.

A couple a weeks had gone by, and the distance between Neville and Sofia had seem to be null & void. They were together almost all day, everyday. Only when they couldn't be, of course. They couldn't seem to be apart for more than an hour.

Sofia had noticed that most her of excitement of her days seemed to come from the fact that she was happy to see Neville. She hadn't felt lonely in quite a while, and her and Neville both were relieved about that.

On one particular day, just a couple of weeks before Thanksgiving, people were becoming ecstatic due to the fact some knew that they were going home to spend time with their families for the holidays. It made Sofia a bit jealous that some were able to. Even most of her friends were going home for a few days, which made her feel a bit bland. It basically would only be her and Harry celebrating Thanksgiving together. She didn't mind, she liked Harry, but it just saddened her.

But, it only made her become excited for Christmas. She knew that she would be able to go and see her parents then. She just had to stick it out for a bit longer.

As Sofia sat in the Great Hall all by herself, due to the fact she had a break in between her classes, she studied and caught up on class assignments.

It had been sprinkling for a good part of the day, so Sofia didn't really bother with going outside at all.

"Hey, gorgeous..."

She felt a presence behind her, and a hand touch the small of her back. She knew that it wasn't Neville, he was in a class at the moment.

Sofia looked behind her, and saw Bransen standing with a small grin on his face.

"Oh... hey." she uttered, turning her head back to her books. Bransen had apparently taken that as permission to sit down beside her.

"You seem to be in a bad mood." Bransen laughed, keeping his eyes on the girl's side profile.

Sofia simply shrugged, feeling a bit of unease from his presence.

"I just don't like to talk to people who like to lie on me, especially when they lie to—oh—what's his name? Oh yeah, Malfoy of all people."

Her response was a bit sarcastic, but had a lot of sharpness to it. As she had lost a lot of respect for Bransen after what Draco had told her.

"I lied? Well, excuse me if I got the wrong message. It was a bit rude for you to not at least let me take you out on another date. I thought you had fun with me, Sof."

Of course the boy didn't sound hurt, but he tried his best to.

"Oh, excuse me. I don't like to date men who only seemed to be interested in talking about themselves 24/7." Sofia hissed at the boy, making him laugh.

"So I'm a bit narcissistic... so what? Isn't it a good thing to be proud of your own achievements, Sof?" he asked, with a proud smirk on his face.

"Bransen, there are so many other girls in this school you could bother right now. Can you not see that I'm busy? Go on and leave me alone."

Bransen chuckled and looked down at the girl's schoolwork,

"It's cute that you're trying to play hard to get, you know?"

Sofia slammed her pencil down in front of her, and turned her head towards Bransen.

"Listen. Our date was fun and everything, but I have zero interest in you. So, can you just please go away from me? You're quite a rude person and I have no intention on being with you, let alone be a friend to you."

Bransen scoffed, "Oh, I'm so sorry. You already have too many mates to keep you company? Like Jacobson, Granger, for Merlin's sake even bloody Longbottom?"