Hannah couldn't help herself. She hugged Neville. "Thank you, Neville. Thank you for the flowers, and for thinking I'm smart, and... everything." She pulled away and smiled at him. "It means a lot to me. More than you could know." She ran a hand through her hair, embarrassed at being so sentimental, but she couldn't help it. Ever since her mum had died, she'd felt rather lonely, and missed feeling like someone really cared about her and believed in her. Weirdly enough, despite the brevity of their friendship, she felt that with Neville.