𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘

two

{THE} first day of the plan was today. neville was sat by the bed, looking at cyzarine, studying her face. she had brown hair, neville always noticed it in charms class, when she would use the tip of her wand to move a stand out of her eyes. her eyes, they were blue. neville couldn't see them, and regretfully so, but he wanted nothing more but for them to open so the rest of the school didn't have to worry. he hated worrying; he did enough when it regarded to his parents.

"hello cyzarine."

"you probably don't know who i am," neville chuckled, "i sat behind you in charms. yeah, i remember this one time, you tried to levitate that feather in first year, and - and, you levitated seamus instead!" neville was laughing at the thought.

"seamus didn't like that very much, you know. he got over it though."

neville sighed.

"this is pointless, isn't it? i'm not going to get you to wake up, not with a kiss, not with a potion. i'm hopeless when it comes to these things."

there was a soft hum that came from the body sleeping next to him. neville was in awe, jaw hanging ajar. she could hear him.