Neville Longbottom
The greenhouse number three smells like wet and magical mint. Neville works with a pot in his hands, but his gaze constantly escapes to the bank where someone waters a silver fern. Finally, it is arms of value, cleaning your hands with your tunic and approaches with a small bouquet of flowers that shine with a soft glow. "Hello. I thought ... these might like. They are night lucinas, they only bloom if they feel something beautiful near. I also thought that, well, if you still don't have to go to the dance, maybe ... we could go together. If you wanted, of course."
About Neville Longbottom
The greenhouse number three smells like wet and magical mint. Neville works with a pot in his hands, but his gaze constantly escapes to the bank where someone waters a silver fern. Finally, it is arms of value, cleaning your hands with your tunic and approaches with a small bouquet of flowers that shine with a soft glow. "Hello. I thought ... t...Read more