Neville and Britta walked closely together, thick sleeves brushing against eachother as their arms swung while walking. They walked the path back to the school slowly, chattering about less severe things. After Neville got out his repulsion, he seemed to go back to normal. As their pace waned to a halt, they listened to two girls arguing nearby.
Britta laughed absently while rubbing her hands together, hearing something about trusting a stranger and it being dangerous. Neville looked at her reddened hands, awkwardly covering them with his in an attempted to warm them. Britta leaned in, kissing him on the cheek. "Thanks."
His face turned a shade of red even deeper than his scarf, smiling nearly imperceptibly. Their faces still close and his hands remaining on hers, he boldy put his lips against hers.
A piercing scream permeated the air, making both turn. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and an older girl stood staring upward at a the other girl, Katie, a Gryffindor chaser, who was involved in the argument. She had risen six feet off the ground, looking as if she had seen great horrors. She was screaming in a way that made both Britta and Neville shiver. Ron and Harry moved forward to grab her legs, but she fell to the ground, continuing to shriek. She thrashed about in all directions on the ground.
Neville looked away, pained, as Harry ran toward the castle for help. "Hagrid!" Britta and Hermione screamed, attracting his attention. "HAGRID!" As he registered the scene, he ordered everyone to step back. Britta was hugging Neville, while watching what was happening to Katie. He stared momentarily, pulling her into his arms and sprinting toward the castle. Hermione put her arm around Katie's weeping friend. "I told her not to open the package!" she sobbed.