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"Trevor!" The toad slipped out of Neville's hand and went bouncing down the transfiguration corridor. The young Neville hurried after it on stubby legs, dodging through older students and wincing as a piercing shriek split his eardrum from some girl named Patil. Neville didn't like girls much.
Just as the Gryffindor boy went to pick up the toad, a pair of slender, pale hands clasped over it and raised it up to eye level. Neville froze, terrified that it would be McGonagall, or even worse—Snape. But his eyes met a pair of wide, bright blue ones that he didn't recognize. They blinked at him as the small hands caressed the amphibian lovingly.
"Is he yours? I quite like him." The girl said, smiling widely. She had long, light blond hair that reached past her waist, and Neville was suddenly struck by a thought. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Neville blushed and nodded dumly, struck mute. Who was she?
"Take care of him. Hunjings like to eat toads. I wouldn't suggest letting him run around on his own." She said in a calm tone, picking up Neville's hands and putting the toad in them before smiling dreamily and turning on her heel, walking away.
Neville looked after her, blinking rapidly and trying to decide if she had been a mirage or not. He was so distracted that Trevor jumped out of his hands again, and was this time caught by Professor McGonagall. But Neville wasn't paying attention to her scolding—he was thinking that, just maybe, he didn't dislike girls after all.