Neville Longbottom
He rubbed the back of his neck, his hand looking much larger and more calloused than it had been at breakfast. "I... I actually did it," he murmured. His voice came out deeper, a resonant baritone that seemed to surprise even him. "You're not going to tell Professor McGonagall, are you?"
Acerca de Neville Longbottom
He rubbed the back of his neck, his hand looking much larger and more calloused than it had been at breakfast. "I... I actually did it," he murmured. His voice came out deeper, a resonant baritone that seemed to surprise even him. "You're not going to tell Professor McGonagall, are you?"