The greenhouse houses secrets of flings that aren't supposed to be known. Except for this time, someone left the door wide open for us to get a good view of smeared lipstick on a raven-haired beauty and dirty little secrets that our resident herbalist doesn't want the rest of the castle to know about.

Remember, the walls have eyes.

~xoxo, Gossip Witch

Luna stared at the collar of Neville's shirt with a furrowed brow, ignoring the lecture Professor Sprout was giving about mandrakes. She had heard the lesson a hundred times before and could probably recite it. That was the one benefit of being an aide in the greenhouse, a job she only took to spend more time with Neville. The longer she stared at the spot on his collar she quickly realized what she was looking at.

Her eyes went wide as the realization that her boyfriend was being taken away from her swept over her face. "That which," Luna hissed, grabbing Neville's hand and pulling him out of the greenhouse. It felt like her heart was about to beat out of her chest as she pushed the door to the greenhouse open with her foot and pulled Neville through it behind her. She waited for the door to click shut behind her before she turned on her heel to face him.

"Luna, what's wrong?" Neville asked, pulling his arm back from her and rubbing his wrist. "Sprout was in the middle of a lecture. What is she going to say about us just leaving? It's not going to look good."

"I don't care what Sprout thinks," Luna hissed, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked him up and down. "What I do care about is that lipstick stain on your collar that I see peeking up out of the back of your robes. Cherry red lipstick washes out my skin."

Neville's eyes went wide as he reached up to tuck the collar of his shirt down into his robes. "I knew I forgot something," he mumbled, scrubbing a hand over his face. "Luna," he said, meeting her eyes, "I can explain."

"I don't want to hear excuses, Neville," Luna demanded; she could feel tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. "I know who wears that lipstick, and I don't really want to know why it's on your collar. I'm sure it's somewhere other than your collar too - which I don't want to know either."

Neville opened his mouth to speak but closed it when Luna placed her finger to his lips.

"No," she said, taking a deep breath. "You don't get to speak yet. I'm not sure I'm ready to listen to what you have to say."

Neville nodded his head and took a step away from Luna. He leaned up against the wall, closing his head as he leaned back. There was no getting out of this situation without them both getting hurt. He knew exactly what it looked like in Luna's head, and even with the truth, she'd probably never want to speak to him again. Neville messed up, and there was nothing he could do to fix it right now. Only time would heal the wounds that he had caused.

"Of all the witches in Hogwarts, it had to be Parkinson," Luna sighed, shaking her head as she wrapped her arms around her stomach. Every fiber of her body wanted to scream at him for being so careless, and she wanted to storm away from him, leaving him alone and never speak to him again. Every fiber of her heart wanted to know what had happened to make him choose Pansy over her.

Just as Luna opened her mouth to speak again, a piece of parchment floated down in front of her face. A familiar feeling rose up in her body as she snatched it out of the air. She unfolded it and skimmed over who had been put on blast this time. Her blood ran cold as her eyes trailed over the ink scrawled across the page.

Neville just watched as Luna read over the latest piece of gossip, refusing to show any sign of knowledge as to what the parchment said. He knew it was about the detention session that Pansy had served with him this morning in the greenhouse. Neville couldn't shake the nagging feeling he had been ignoring all day that someone had caught them, and Gossip Witch had the receipts to prove it.

The tears rolled freely down Luna's face as she looked up at Neville, shaking her head. She handed the piece of parchment to him, and as his fingers brushed her skin, a sob wracked its way through her body. Luna pulled her hand away from him quickly and spun on her heels, leaving him behind to read over what Gossip Witch decided to share about his love life. She'd never be able to look at the greenhouse in the same way again.

Neville crumpled up the piece of paper and shoved it in his pocket. He didn't need to know what Gossip Witch had written about what someone had seen this morning. All he and Pansy were supposed to do this morning was tend to the mandrakes to be ready for class today. Then everything took a turn.

"Mr. Longbottom," Professor Sprout called, peeking her head out of the greenhouse doors. "Are you and Ms. Lovegood going to return to class, or should I call for Ms. Parkinson to join us for class?"

"You read the blast?" Neville asked, furrowing his brow as he pushed himself away from the wall.

"I did," Professor Sprout replied. "I'm taking fifty points from Gryffindor and Slytherin for whatever it is that happened here this morning."

"Understood," Neville replied, nodding his head.

"And," Professor Sprout continued, "You are not going to be in charge of detention anymore. I'll handle it myself since it would appear that my aides cannot be trusted."

~xoxo, Gossip Witch ~

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