SOFIA | ❨ NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM ❩ UNDER MAJOR EDITING!

Chapter Sixty Five.

A week had went by, and things felt different. The snow was slowly but surely starting to fade away, welcoming a new season. The air was chilly, and it nipped at the skin of everyone who dared to step outside without any warm clothes on.

Sofia hadn't talked to her friends since her and Lily had the small bicker the week before. She knew she had to distance herself. She knew that if she tried to mend things with Lily, she wouldn't be able to talk about what happened to her. She would feel guilty, in a weird way.

Neville worried about her every second. She hadn't been showing up for meals anymore. Any class they had together she would sit as far as she could from him. He assumed that she was still angry about everything, and that maybe she just needed time. He would give her time.

"Hey, mate! Pass me that jar, would you?"

Neville snapped out of his thoughts, going so deep into them he had almost completely forgotten he was in Potions,

"O-Oh... y-y-yeah. Here..."

Neville passed the jar over to Seamus, and he thanked him.

"You seem like you have a lot on your mind, Longbottom..." Seamus announced, and Neville looked up at him,

"I suppose..."

Neville's head slowly turned, and his eyes found their way to Bransen's side profile.

Seamus noticed this, and shook his head. "Have you talked to Sofia?"

"Not since last week..." Neville responded, his eyes still glued to the boy at the table beside him.

Snape began to critique every single Potion so far, leaving the children in the class to doubt themselves like always.

As Snape began to rank on Seamus and Neville's Potion they were brewing up together, footsteps were heard entering.

"Professor Snape,"

Snape looked up, and the kids in the class all looked at who the figure was.

"Yes, Professor McGonagall?" he breathed out, obviously aggravated from the sudden disruption.

"Do you mind if I steal Mr. Longbottom? He'll need to bring his things."

Neville's heart dropped all the way to the pit of his stomach.

Everyone, including Bransen, shot a look at him. Bransen stared at him intently, wondering why McGonagall needed him.

"Take him. He's already failed the assignment, anyways."

Neville wanted to roll his eyes, but he stopped himself. Snape had always discouraged him, made him feel like he was just a speck of nothing.

Seamus looked a bit concerned for his friend, worried that he had done something bad.

"Come on, Longbottom." McGonagall told him, and he nodded.

Neville quickly collected his things, and left the classroom with McGonagall,

"Am I in trouble?" he asked sheepishly, terrified of what her answer was going to be.

"No, dear. You'll see..."

Neville's anxiety only soaked him up more as they got closer to her office. The walls seemed to close in on him, and his stomach churned. What could it possibly be about? Did something happen to his Gran? He really hoped it wasn't anything too bad.

When they arrived, Neville spotted someone familiar sitting with their head in their lap.

"Miss Cherith, go back to your class, please. I'll pull you in again later."

She lifted her head up, and Neville noticed how wet her cheeks were. She had been sobbing, and she was all alone.

"Yes ma'am..." Sofia responded, getting up from the floor. She threw her bag over her shoulder, and looked at Neville.

She had a guilty look on her face, and her eyes told him that she was scared. He wanted to say something, but he knew he wouldn't be able to.

"Come on now, Longbottom! We have things to speak about..."

That's when it clicked for Neville.

Sofia had told McGonagall.