"Mimbulus mimbletonia," Neville corrected with a smile, watching Harry and feeling a bit proud. He'd worked really hard on these plants and he was glad his mate was enjoying them - glad one of his mates was finally seeing why he loved Herbology so much. Plants were brilliant and didn't judge him the way people did and he liked being around them, discovering new aspects of them, studying them. He also liked the final outcome - watching flowers bloom, harvesting fruits after a summer of pruning and tending. It was satisfying.
Just like watching his mate starting at the Night Blooming Fireflowers was satisfying. Neville crossed his arms over his chest and watched Harry and the flowers with a small little smile on his face. He'd have to work on making these easier to take care of. He'd love for Harry to have one and not to have to worry about killing it.