Neville grinned to himself as he situated the last few plants next to each other without crushing the delicate leaves on one of his herbs.
"I feel we can do anything, Terry."
And he meant himself, too, which was the greatest part of all for Neville. He had always been impressed and admiring for the things that his friends could do, the other students in his year, but never had he felt more capable. Even if it took him twice as long as everyone else to master the wandwork, he didn't fail.