friends, never ememies ; NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM

THIRTY-FOUR.

SCOTLAND, HOGWARTS GROUNDS. LEFT WING CORRIDOR.

y/n walked beside Dean and Neville, the three teens strode past plenty of Beauxbaton students, the three sharing a short conversation on how they had such magnificent uniforms, so silky and gorgeous that it seems so much preferable to the itchy jumpers and ties the English students had to wear, although Dean preferred the capes that Durmstrang would wear, rather than a long cloak representing their house colours.

Dean held onto his sketchbook tightly, an elastic band kept together the leather hardback front, with pages filled and scribbled with dozens of doodles when he'd grow bored in lessons, most likely potions, everyone in y/n's year would constantly see him doodling in the middle of lesson with his hand resting under his chin.

Neville has a large potted plant he'd have to return to Madame Sprout, as he was researching most plants used in herbology, being the most interested in the subject. The leaves moved on their own, the small stems levitating through the air, cautiously wrapping themselves around Neville's finger and arm, snapping back to their original spot when he'd shift the pot to his other hip or by jabbing the plant with his finger or quill.

y/n held her large books of potions used in dangerous situations, three books to be exact - although she despised Snape, especially for a being a bully to his students, she adored the subject and was surprisingly gifted with it.

"wait so you like the cape and you prefer the fabric used on the Beauxbatons uniform so you wouldn't sweat?" y/n then piped up, pointing a finger from Dean over to Neville the stems of the leaves twirling around her right index finger, linking back to her potions books as the leaves swirled around Neville's wrist.

"yeah, i mean look at this monstrosity, i sweat just getting it on," Neville told, directing to his uniform, as he tugged the hem of his vest jumper.

"yeah fair enough, my uniforms getting tighter everyday, and i'm smelling more like B.O when it gets closer to summer, it's absolutely grim," y/n added, watching as the leaves trailed up her arm, Neville poked at the plant causing it snap back to its original form.

"no, that's why i'm saying we wear capes!" Dean added. "especially the beauxbatons one, the one delicately falling of their shoulders as they just stride, you know-" he cut himself off to strut off in the middle of the corridor, indicating the small capes the french school wore, pretending to flick his hair back, causing a loud roar of laughter to come from Neville and y/n.

"donc jolie! donc jolie!" so pretty! so pretty! y/n cried, completely belylaughing. "i really do prefer the frenchies school, their shoes especially, although, i've never worn heels i'd probably fall up all the stairs here," she mentioned, earning a giggle from both teens. "Fred would ask me if i had two left feet," y/n added, turning round the counter moving towards the courtyard.

"speak of the devil," Dean whispered, poking at y/n's upper arm.

The ginger boy stood alongside his brother, both their cloaks off their shoulders as they shifted through the concrete stone walls. Freds eyes lingered on y/n's however, none said a word, their eyes awkwardly glancing back at each other, unsure what to say, walking past each other as if they were complete strangers.

"You still together?" Dean quizzed, watching y/n's furrowed brows twitch.

"i thought so," she replied, her glance removed from the ground and to Neville who piped up to say: