Professor Neville Longbottom stood in the greenhouse, waiting for his new first year students to arrive. A new lot of students meant a new lot of trouble makers, new lot of misfits, new lot of talkers, a new lot of know-it-alls and a new lot...of well... younger hims. The wimpy, studious lot. Whilst he was contemplating this, the students began to dribble in, and he was able to easily spot the different students. Amedlie Shine was a big chatterbox, Rose Weasley was definitely a know-it-all, Benjy Strathwicks was a trouble maker to look out for...and so on. The last student hurried in, clearly worrying he wasn't going to make the class. Neville looked down the list and saw that this must be Albus Severus Potter. This was going to be interesting. He brother came under the definite title of 'misfit troublemaker' but Albus looked different. As he ran to his seat, he tripped over a pot of bouncing bumblergots, setting a whole load of small, hard plants bouncing everywhere. The other students began to laugh, mostly at his clumsiness. Albus looked down in shame and walked to his seat. Oh yes, he was most definitely, a young Neville Longbottom.