Hey everybody! This is just a little something I'm writing in between chapters of another story I'm working on. Leave requests below for what you'd like to see, and I promise I will do a chapter on whoever you chose.
Neville Longbottom was a troubled young boy, anyone could see that. He shook like a leaf when he was sorted, and had confidence the size of a pebble. His spellwork was questionable at best, his potion making was atrocious, not to mention his downright dangerous flying.
No one had very high expectations for the first few years. Until his fifth year, when he went off to fight at the Department of Mysteries. That got everyone's attention. That drew people to his side.
That didn't make Ponoma on his side. It didn't need to. She was already there.
She had been on his side, had been rooting for him since the start.
She saw him, a fearful little first year student holding his beloved toad, Trevor, and was instantly intrigued. Her interest was only piqued when she saw dirt caked under his fingernails before her first lesson with first year Gryffindors even began that year. She smiled when he looked so interested and in awe when he entered the greenhouse.
He was a gardener, she could just tell.
But it wasn't just that. He had a kind heart. Students always came with owls or cats, toads were viewed as the inferior choice, but yet he brought a toad. And loved him. Sure, he lost him frequently, as he did a lot of things, but Trevor was the thing he cared most about finding. He loved something no one else did. He saw beauty in something everyone else said was ugly. That was a gift of his. He could see things in people no one else could. That was very admirable.
Pomona was the same, at least when it came to people she cared about. And she cared about Neville very much. He proved his bravery various times, and words couldn't express how proud she was of him when he relaunched Dumbeldore's Army.
In Ponoma Sprouts eyes, Neville was someone to be proud of.
Make requests below for who you want to see in later posts!