ANTISOCIAL (Neville Longbottom x OC)

A familiar boy from Gryffindor trips over his own feet as he tries to tie his tie as he walks, he all but faceplants, probably hurting himself pretty badly in the process. Seeing as we were the only ones in the hallway, I decided to go and check to see if he was okay, the fall looked quite painful.
"Are you alright?" I ask him, the boy pushes himself up to his knees, his nose promptly spewing blood, it looks as if he broke it. I recognized him as the Longbottom boy, the one everyone always made fun of. He didn't seem too bad though, people just don't like him because he's a bit clumsy, as demonstrated, and he lacks self-confidence so he's an easy target for bullying. "I can fix that for you, save you a trip to Madam Pomfrey." I offer, pulling out my wand from the waistband of my skirt.
"S-sure...th-thanks," he says, his words slightly muffled as he tries to stem the flow with his hand.
"Move your hand please," he does as I say, the blood flowing free "Episkey," there's a reverberating crack heard from the boy's nose, the crack echoes throughout the corridor, along with his pained cry as his nose fixed itself.
"Thanks," The blood streaming from his nose stops quickly and he stands, eyeing the small puddle of blood on the floor. I whisk my wand and the stuff disappears, once more and his face becomes clear of the red liquid. He touches his fingers to his face, finding it clean. "...Thanks..."
"...You're welcome..." I stand there for a moment, wondering if he is going to say anything else when he doesn't, I begin to make my way down the corridor toward the Great Hall once more, there are more people in the hall now, as the castle is beginning to wake up. I hear the boy run to catch up with me, but he doesn't try to converse with me as we continue along.