Chapter 5 - Hannah's Perspective
Hannah stood behind Neville doing her best to attract his attention. Nope, nothing else for her to try. She tapped him on the shoulder, hoping her hand wasn't shaking.
He turned round and for a second she completely forgot why she was there. She smiled trying to delay the moment she would have to explain her presence in the hope that it would come back to her. THE PACKAGE!
"Oh, um, hi. Your, er, owl delivered this to me by mistake, so I, er, I'm doing my good deed for the day and returning it!"
("Hannah, you are such an idiot., Why can't you just speak like a normal person!")
"Thanks."
"No problem." she lied while trying to stop her legs from shaking.
"Well, okay, that's that then." She said so quietly no-one else heard her, turned and began walking back to her table, cheeks burning and mentally berating herself for the 50th time that week. She could already imagine Susan and Ernie's reactions.
"Do you want a sweet?"
After Hannah had been sitting with the Gryffindors for long enough for Susan and Ernie to have finished breakfast and joined them, and for there have been a considerable dent made in the quantity of Neville's sweets, Hermione demanded to know if he was "ever going to open the other package."
He had always been a bit scared of Hermione so he opened it straight away.
It was hard to tell which of the packages had been better!
