"Oh thank you!" Padma squealed happily. Jumping up, she threw her arms around her favorite professor. She squeezed her tightly. Suddenly, she realized what she was doing and she pulled back sheepishly. "Sorry," she mumbled before sitting back down.
Padma shrugged. "Neville certainly has. I think most of the girls have a crush on him to some degree." She squirmed in her chair yet again. "I…he isn't really my type. I don’t really act on my crushes. I am focused on my school work and it'd just be weird…"
"I've snuck a kiss or two under the pretense of a party game. But, nothing too serious," Padma admitted.