One-Shots for Pretty Much Everything

•Harry Potter• [Neville Longbottom] Final

Second part of this one-shot, hello! Iris here again up and running! Not much to say except that school is tiring and time-consuming... I dunno how updates are gonna be from now on... Anyway enjoy! #lastchaptermeanslongchapter

What's your favorite Harry Potter spell?

I always had a soft spot for Riddikulus :)
-Author ❤️

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   "It's so strange though. We've never had four Triwizard champions before. It's called Triwizard Tournament for a reason." You said to the boy walking beside you. Neville nodded, "Yeah, I guess it was wee bit of a shock. Poor Harry..."

   You both passed the Golden Trio, (formerly being a duo as Ron didn't seem to want to speak to the Potter) (it was odd seeing just two instead of the usual three.) who were talking up a storm. You shortly waved at Harry and Ron as they walked on. "As weird as it is, it was still so amazing to see Harry's performance with the Firebolt back there with the dragons. As much as I hate to admit it, I thought he was a goner." You murmured, as you adjusted your blue cap and picked up your pace; Neville speeding up as well. "We were all worried for him, though some less than others. It's not exactly every day a 14-year old joins in on a life-threatening tournament against 17-year olds for glory." He said. You nodded solemnly. "Still, how could Harry put his name in the Goblet of Fire past Dumbledore's spell in the first place? It just doesn't make sense..." You murmured. Neville shrugged, "People say he put his name in the Goblet of his own free will using some forbidden spells or something so he could grow in fame but honestly, Harry doesn't seem to enjoy the attention, not unlike past times. He appears frustrated."
"No joke, Neville. He has comments fired from every direction twenty four-seven! I wouldn't be surprised if he suddenly snapped at an innocent bystander that wanted to borrow some quills or something." You sighed as a somewhat unnerving silence settled between the both of you, giving a minute to pity the poor guy. You lightly nudged Neville and nodded towards the hall to your left, "C'mon we'll be late for class."

  The Beauxbatons and the Sons of Durmstrang were divided into groups depending on their school years and sent to take lessons with the Hogwarts students during their stay for the Tournament. It was pure luck that you got to have some classes with Gryffindor. One of these was where you were headed to now: Herbology.

   Outside in Greenhouse Three, Professor Sprout had been giving you all a review over Mandrakes and what are the symptoms of being exposed to their cries. You had already taken this lesson back at the Academy (in French duh) but you found yourself heavily interested at what the short Professor had to say. You were a plant lover, that much anyone could tell. Fleur would spend hours on end listening to you rambling about your favorite kinds of plants and flowers and what their meanings were, and the different cursed weeds and what they did. You were a natural in Herbology. (Haha another pun, Natural in Herbology Hahahaha i need a life)

   More minutes passed and it was suddenly time for lunch. "All right, remember, after lunch we have the practice for the Yule Ball. Every house will be practicing on their own and learning how to waltz. Boys better be on their best behavior." The Professor spoke up from where she was to the retreating students. You put away your One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi book in your bag and proceeded to wait outside the classroom door for Neville.
You were silently chatting with Hannah Abbot, a Hufflepuff fourth-year, (whom you somewhat got along with back in second year) when he appeared and walked away without sparing you a glance, seeming to haven't seen you. You quickly said goodbyes to Hannah and proceeded to speed-walk over to reach him, who seemed to be stuck in his own little world. After getting at his side, you changed your pace to match his and together you headed toward the Great Hall. A few seconds of silence passed by before you felt like you needed to break it. "So..." You started. "The Yule Ball, huh?" Neville seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was in, "Hm?"
   "The Yule Ball. It's in two days right? Christmas Day?" You cleared up, shifting your blue bag from one shoulder to the other, glancing at him. Neville's cheeks reddened, "Ah, yeah, yeah. The ball. Yes."
  "Are you attending to the Ball, Neville?" You ask him, one eyebrow raised.
  "Are you?"
   "I don't know." You shrug, "No one's asked me to go with anyone yet."