SOFIA | ❨ NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM ❩ UNDER MAJOR EDITING!

Chapter Thirty One.

Sofia slowly groaned as she woke up. She looked around and noticed the bed she was in wasn't hers. Nor was it her dorm. In fact, it wasn't even a dorm at all.

It was the hospital wing.

She sat up and the bright sun from the windows caused her vision to remain blurry until she rubbed her eyes. The sunlight still blinded her.

"You're up!" a high pitched voice announced. Sofia looked over to see Madam Pomfrey, who she had completely forgot existed until now.

"Hi..." Sofia muttered, still attempting to wake herself up fully.

"Quite a night it was? Hm?" Madam Pomfrey spoke, pouring a glass of water.

"Yes... I suppose..."

Sofia had completely forgotten for a moment about everything that went on the day before. She forgot about Bransen, what he had told her, her confronting Lily, how she felt, and especially the fight that broke out.

Oh, she was so angry at Neville.

"You passed out from all of that blood caused by the fight. Have you always been squeamish?" Madam Pomfrey asked her, passing her the cup of water.

"Sorta... it became a thing when I was about 11 or 12. I don't really recall that well, though."

Sofia had developed her fear of blood when her father had become sick. He would cough up blood a lot, and it just made Sofia hate the red substance. He still did it to this day, and Sofia felt the same about it every time.

"Longbottom came in last night because his nose was practically pouring blood everywhere. But, he was sent to detention right afterwards. I assume you know what happened?"

Madam Pomfrey seemed curious, but Sofia wasn't going to explain to an adult that some petty teen drama went on. She knew what Pomfrey would say, anyway.

"Yeah, but it's a—well—sort of a long story."

Madam Pomfrey nodded, "He also wanted to know how you were feeling. He tried to stay with you, but of course, I wouldn't let him. He's in deep trouble according to Professor McGonagall. Him and that boy Bransen. I was shocked to find out that Longbottom got into a fight. I've seen that boy with plenty of injuries throughout the years, but never a bloody nose due to him getting in a physical altercation. Well, of course, when he hasn't been fighting back of course. But, Bransen seemed to be plenty worse off."

She was right. Neville probably had broken his nose. Sofia only saw Neville punch someone once, and it was Malfoy of course. But it felt different this time.

"Come to think of it... Longbottom hasn't been to the hospital wing as much as I'm used to him coming..."

Sofia noticed Pomfrey looking as if she was pondering on a long thought.

"Are you two... friends?" Pomfrey asked Sofia as she sipped on her water.

Sofia thought for a moment,

Are we friends? Or are we more than that? I'm not even sure.

"Yeah... something like that."

Pomfrey smiled at her, and nodded her head.

"Well, you have seemed to be the one to prevent him from being so clumsy. So, keep on with that. I'll run out of medical supplies one day because of that boy." Pomfrey chuckled.

Everyone knew that Neville was clumsy, as well as Sofia. But, he didn't seem to be that clumsy. His friends would always joke about it, but it rarely occurred. Maybe, he began to get ahold of himself.