The moment Neville got his letter he quickly tore it open and hastily read it:
"Dear Mr. Longbottom:
We are delighted to ask you to invite your grandmother to meet with us at 2:15 p.m. on Tuesday in the Transfiguration Classroom. Please notify us immediately if this time is not convenient. Please know that you are also welcome to join us in discussing your progress here at Hogwarts.
You can let your grandmother know that she will be meeting with the following professors at this time:
Argus Filch- CaretakerProfessor Filius Flitwick- Charms
Professor Minerva McGonagall- Transfiguration
Professor Horace Slughorn- Potions
Professor Cuthbert Binns- History of Magic
Professor Severus Snape- Defense Against the Dark Arts
Professor Rubeus Hagrid- Care of Magical Creatures
Professor Pomona Sprout- Herbology
Professor Aurora Sinistra- Astronomy Professor Albus Dumbledore- HeadmasterThank you, The Hogwarts Staff"
He then wrote a letter to his grandmother and asked her if she could meet him in the entrance hall at 2:00 on Tuesday afternoon.
Almost instantaneously after Neville's owl left his window, he heard tapping on glass and opened the window to see his owl return to him with a note tied onto its ankle. He hurriedly untied the note and gave the small owl a treat. Ushering it back out the window and shutting it softly, he unfolded the piece of parchment and nodded.
Just as he'd thought.
"I wouldn't miss it. –Granny"Neville woke up late on Tuesday morning, missing breakfast. He quickly dressed in a polo shirt and cargo pants, hoping his grandmother would just be happy that he wasn't wearing jeans. He made his way down to the entrance hall and saw his grandmother walk cautiously through the doors as if not sure that she was in the right place.
"It's been so long since I've been here," she pondered aloud.
She looked up, and upon seeing her grandson picked up her pace to shroud him in a big bear hug.
Neville pulled away and looked at his grandmother. She was wearing a floor-length red dress with the sleeves that only elder women wear- the ones that stop right at the edge of your shoulder and don't expose any skin except for your arms. Over the dress she had on a brightly colored floral jacket with massive shoulder pads. Slung in the crook of her elbow was a large tote bag, in which she carried everything and the kitchen sink, in a signature wild print, this time matching her jacket.
"How've you been?" asked Neville as he led her up the staircase to the Transfiguration classroom.
"Fine, fine," she answered, "What about you, Neville?"
"Good."
"That's good."
"Yes."
"How's school?"
"You're about to find out."
By this time they had made it to the Transfiguration classroom and they found all of Neville's teachers sitting at a round table, with two seats on one side to spare, where Dumbledore gestured for them to sit. Neville took the seat next to Professor Sprout, and he left the one next to Professor Dumbledore for his grandmother.
A raspy voice from across the table started the meeting. "I'm Argus Filch, caretaker of Hogwarts. Neville, while a bit clumsy, is not a major rule-breaker or anything that would spark concern."
An old, wise voice next to him continued. "My name is Minerva McGonagall; I teach Transfiguration. While I do not advise that Neville major in this subject, he does well enough to pass his exams and he puts forth at least an effort."
A small, squeaky voice carried on. "I'm Filius Flitwick, and I instruct students in Charms. Again, he puts forth a valued effort, but I'm not quite sure that this is what he should really do with his life."
Neville nodded and gave a small smile.
Startling everyone, a monotonous voice continued from above. "You can call me Cuthbert Binns, and I teach History of Magic. Neville…well…let's just say that this isn't his strongest subject."
A hearty, friendly man resumed the meeting at the table. "I'm Horace Slughorn. I took over Potions, and while I can't say that Neville is a master, I can congratulate him on doing his best in whatever situation I throw at my students."
The largest man in the room spoke next. "I'm Rubeus Hagrid, professor of Care of Magical Creatures. I think your boy here is a great kid."
An eerie voice addressed Neville and his grandmother next. "I'm Severus Snape. I am the Defense Against the Dark Arts instructor. Your boy is a clumsy, unimportant, inconsequential, trivial, inept-" With every word he had leaned closer to Neville.
"Severus," warned Dumbledore.
Snape just sat back in his seat.
"I'm Aurora Sinistra, and I educate young witches and wizards in Astronomy. Your grandson works very hard, but I'm not quite sure that he should pursue anything in my subject."
A short and stout woman went next. "I'm Pomona Sprout, and I teach Herbology. Neville has a gift in this class that I haven't seen in teaching for many, many years. I hope he decides to do something big with his life involving magical plants."
Dumbledore continued from Neville's grandmother's right. "Neville really is a good kid. He doesn't cause any more trouble than anyone else, and tries very hard to put forth his best effort. You should be proud."
Snape continued his rant. "As I was saying, a fool, a useless wizard who will never make anything of his life, ever, no matter how good he is at Herbology, or how-"
"Severus!" interrupted Pomona.
He just kept on going. "-or how much effort he puts forward. He's going to break everything he touches, kill everything he loves, and soon enough, he'll end up crazed and mad-"
"SEVERUS! What are you doing?"
"-just-"
"Don't pay him any mind, boy."
"-like-"
"I haven't seen talent like yours in years."
"-your-"
"You're going to be a big Herbology star."
"-p-"
"Severus! Stop!"
"-Potions professor."
"HEY!" yelled Professor Slughorn, and he put all of his might into punching Snape square in the gut. Snape, being skinny having almost no muscle, fell to the floor, moaning and clutching his abdomen. A few moments later, he was unconscious.
Neville gave Horace a high-five and he and his grandmother left the room. She, oblivious to almost the entire thing, just smiled and said, "Looks like you're doing just fine, dear."