Neville had known he was going to get detention. There was no way Professor Snape wouldn't have found out about the Boggart. Neville made his miserable way down to the potion's classroom. Sighing heavily, he entered and was met with a sight he'd never forget. Professor Snape was standing in an emerald green dress, a hat with a peacocks feather on his head, black gloves reaching to his elbows and a black feather boa.
"Your so charming" He giggled to the room. Scarred for life, Neville shut the door. St Mungo's or a coffin, here I come he thought.