p id="docs-internal-guid-38420f46-7fff-55f7-801f-a1f9223f175d" dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Whenever Neville Longbottom saw the Hufflepuff head girl, he felt like he could float./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Not like when he had gotten picked up by those Irish pixies in second year, no that was too rough. What he felt, was more like a soft breeze lifting him up. Carrying him like he was as light as a feather. Picking him up like a leaf in the wind, being carried to an unknown place, but he didn't mind at all./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"In fact, Neville liked the feeling, so much so that he seemed to find himself looking out for the brown-eyed Hufflepuff girl. And she noticed. Hannah noticed Neville's eyes as they sparkled in herbology, noticed the goofy smile on his face as he laughed with his friends. She noticed him./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Not like when he had gotten picked up by those Irish pixies in second year, no that was too rough. What he felt, was more like a soft breeze lifting him up. Carrying him like he was as light as a feather. Picking him up like a leaf in the wind, being carried to an unknown place, but he didn't mind at all./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"In fact, Neville liked the feeling, so much so that he seemed to find himself looking out for the brown-eyed Hufflepuff girl. And she noticed. Hannah noticed Neville's eyes as they sparkled in herbology, noticed the goofy smile on his face as he laughed with his friends. She noticed him./span/p