Give Him Our Love
"That's all for today. You may go," professor said, and smiled slightly as the first year students cheered on being let off early. The cheering was cut short by the school bell, ringing just seven seconds after the dismissal. Neville's smile grew slightly larger as the cheering turned into groaning.
He saw that while most of the students were packing away with fervour, one of them was obviously stalling.
"Potter, do you need anything?" he asked.
Albus sent a quick glance at his classmates, then shook his head fervently.
"No, professor."
Neville smiled.
"Alright," he answered. "Give them mine, too."