Prue has hardly ever cared about relationships or boys in general; her schoolwork always seemed to interest her far more than any teenaged wizard could. She had a knack for potion-making in particular. Neville was just terrible at socializing in general, (by his own standards) and he'd much rather spend his day in the Herbology greenhouses than talk to a pretty girl. It wasn't until their sixth year that Prue is finally sucked from her little bubble and realizes that she isn't just a stereotypical Ravenclaw. The cause of her sudden revelation? A certain Gryffindor with a clumsy demeanor and a goofy grin. < > just a bit of a drabble, I'm not entirely sure if I'm going to complete this story or not, so any opinions/comments are greatly appreciated. started on march 27, 2016.