The Scooby Gang had come to Hogwarts to rid it of a particularly nasty demon. It had been pretty easy. Buffy had gone kapow and the demon had gone poof. (Buffy was such a bad ass. Andrew wished he had her made ninja skills. Just a day's work for the Scooby gang (which Andrew was totally part of). And then Headmaster Granger and Professor Longbottom gave them a tour of the castle. Andrew had dreamed of going to Hogwarts since he was a wee little thing but he would be lying if he said he was paying attention. All he could think about was that he was talking to the leader of the revolution himself. Neville Longbottom was just so… cool. (And he looked really nummy in a fuzzy sweater.)
"Does anyone want to help out in the garden?" Neville asked.
"I would love to," said Andrew.
No one else volunteered so they went to the garden together.
"I just wanted to tell you," Andrew said to Neville as they carried pots of mandrake roots, "that I think you're really cool."
Neville dropped the pot and it shattered.
"Repairo," said Neville and the pot mended it's self. Wriggling reproachfully, the plant climbed back in.
"Sorry, did I hear you right?" Neville asked. "Because I thought you said I was cool."
"I did," said Andrew.
Neville frowned. "You don't have me confused with Potter, right?"
"Nope."
"But I'm… I forget the password to the Griffindor tower every single time. I'm scared of Snape. I wear fuzzy sweaters. I-"
"Started a revolution," said Andrew, "stood up to he who must not be named. Saved the world. You're definitely cool."
"Really?"
Andrew nodded. "Trust me. Speaking as an ex supervillian and current watcher extraordinaire, I would know."
Neville smiled. (He had a nice smile.) "Wow. That's so… Thank you Andrew."
"You're very, very welcome," said Andrew.