A/N: Neville has always been one of my favorite characters. He is just so adorable ^.^


Water clung to petals in the desperate way young lovers cling together after the first plunge. The smell of the earth was fresh in the still air. It almost overpowered the young man tending to the garden. His love of the earth was enough to make him forget it though.

Mud soaked through his slacks, ruining them. Not that the chubby man saw it that way. Clothing was made to be worn, not stored. It saddened him some days that his garden was the only thing that the former Gryffindor lived for. But it was worth it. The feel of growth. The tender love the earth gave back to him. The hours of mindless labor. The peace to simply feel with his hands and not with his heart.

The rain was drizzling again. Not that it really mattered. He would go inside when he was done, put on water for tea and snuggle under a blanket in front of a crackling fire. His cat might join him, and he would crack open a good book. For a moment out here though he could pretend that he was not alone. He could pretend that someone firecall him. That maybe one of the passing muggle joggers would wave a simple hello.

But no. It would only ever be him, his plants, his cat and his cup of tea.