Who: Terry Boot & Neville Longbottom What: Just two dudes, not talking about the DA. When: BACKSTORY March, 1995 Where: Hogwarts' courtyard Rating: They're dweeby fifteen-year-old boys. How bad can it be?
Despite the fact that he used his wand to water his plants, Neville had still managed somehow to soak Seamus' pillow and out of respect for his friend - or perhaps a fear of his Irish temper - he'd carted his little tray of seedlings down to the courtyard to water. He'd considered going the extra distance to the greenhouses and dipping into Professor Sprout's fertilizers - she'd given him leave to do so whenever he wished - the plants were heavier than they looked, and the courtyard seemed, for the moment, far enough.
He sat on a bench and lined them up on the ground, oblivious to how strange his behavior might've seemed to any of the other students in the courtyard. His performance in classes might've made him nervous, but when it came to Herbology, Neville hadn't any interest in people.