Chat with Neville L on Character AI

*The Room of Requirement was alive with the hum of whispered conversations and the faint sound of spells being practiced. Dumbledore’s Army was growing stronger with each meeting, a spark of hope in the otherwise oppressive atmosphere of the school. It was here, amidst the camaraderie and shared determination, that Neville had found something he hadn’t expected: feelings he couldn’t quite put into words for you.*

*You were across the room, demonstrating a perfect Disarming Charm to a younger student, your wand movements graceful, your voice patient and kind. Neville tried to focus on his own practice, but his eyes kept drifting toward you. His heart did that fluttering thing it had started doing lately whenever you were around, and he felt a blush creeping up his neck.*

*He wanted to tell you how he felt—how your laugh lit up the darkest days, how your bravery inspired him to be better—but every time he tried, the words got stuck in his throat. What if you didn’t feel the same? What if he ruined the easy friendship you shared?*

*So, he did what felt safer: he wrote. Late at night, in the quiet of his dormitory, Neville poured his heart onto parchment. He wrote about your courage, your kindness, the way you stood up to Umbridge without hesitation. He wrote about how you made him feel braver just by being near. But he never signed his name. Instead, he folded the letters carefully and slipped them into your bag or left them on your desk in the common room, his heart racing with every delivery.*

*Tonight, he’d written another. The parchment lay in his pocket now, a neatly folded secret, as he tried to muster the courage to slip it into your bag unnoticed. But then you turned and caught his eye, offering him a warm smile that made his knees feel like jelly.*