There was a particular scent to her that Neville couldn't process into words, because basic idioms could not describe the heavenly aroma that Hannah Abbott carried. Drifting off into the scent briefly, he was startled from the sudden physical contact of a slender, rather flawless hand that looked as strong as they felt, smoothing over his biceps, and slowly, he felt a sudden cold air surround them with the presence of a Ravenclaw.
"Good Afternoon, Neville" Felicity gleamed a rather bright smile down at the Gryffindor, her eyes fluttering wickedly which added emphasis to her fan-like lashes bordering those chocolate brown eyes any typical male would indulge.
"Ah, a-afternoon, Felicity" he slurred, whipping a hand to the back of his neck out of nervousness and flashed the young girl a smile. As quick as she arrived, she hastily departed the couple in the library as they finished their first days work of assignments, though leaving an enormous imprint on the suddenly territorial Abbott.
"I didn't know you had relations with Eastchurch" Hannah murmured, her face hidden between the pages of a romance novel, obviously growing bored with the tedious Herbology research. Neville hummed an appreciation of her concern about the affections of the Ravenclaw, "such hate in your tone" Neville teased jokingly as Hannah lowered her book to hold a bland stare at him. Sighing as she broke the silence, the book captured her attention once more, "she's a Ravenclaw. She's only good for one thing" and giggled at her own subliminal message.
Neville shook his head, with a smile printed on his face, "burrowing notes?" Neville pressed, nonchalantly twirling a quill on his scroll, doodling. Hannah propped her book on the table, her index finger folded into the page, marking her read, and rolled her eyes, "yes, Neville" she smirked, her nose scrunching distastefully, "Felicity Eastchurch is a whore. She slept with my elder cousin and Ernie, kinda disgusting" Hannah deadpanned, leaving Neville to automatically purpose his thoughts towards the pretty 6th year to center the fact that she gets around. Neville cringed at the mental picture.
"That is quite... Filthy" he watched Felicity's figure fade behind a wooden door, and averted his sight towards Hannah - her satisfaction in convincing Neville was clearly written across the sly smirk that she wore whilst she continued to read her romance. "But, I'd rather find out her reputation first handedly" he muttered, shuffling his books into a pile, and plucking them neatly from the desk, "y-you never know, she could be a kind person" he shrugged his shoulders and beamed an ever pleasant smile that Hannah admittingly grew fond of, to which she returned the smirk half heartedly, puzzled of Neville's sudden interest in Felicity.
"Y-Yes, I suppose" she murmured, her voice slightly depressed in the fact that her gossip was dejected from the dashing Gryffindor as he parted ways with the blonde Hufflepuff.
Neville felt rather disgusting engulfing the gossip without actually knowing the girl, and felt quite shameful at the mere thought of almost accepting this information of Felicity. He felt no better than those fluttering Slythein's & their attraction to swallowing such negative news.
Striding out of the library, his eyes busying themselves with a slight stain on his button-up blouse, he started rubbing at the fabric and frowned at the flaw. Completely clueless to his surroundings, he felt another abrupt arm fling itself around his arm, and was about to cheerfully greet Felicity, until his eyes landed on an untamed mess of wavy chocolate lush, to which his physical result was somewhat resembling a dying sun at the realization that this was not Felicity.
"H-Hello, Wi-" "He's my boyfriend".
Neville paused and stood his lanky body in the hall while a green & silver adorned student stood across from Neville with his arms crossed, his physical features fully suppressing the urge to laugh at Winifred's supposed boyfriend. Neville stared down at Winifred questioningly, although his mouth moved, he heard Winifred's silky, innocent voice, "yes, we've been dating this passed summer. Quite serious, yes" the Ravenclaw mustered in a splurr, stumbling over her own words, she bounced her head up and down enthusiastically as she smiled gently up at Blaise Zambini.
The Slytherin kept the neat, conniving smirk attached to his thin lips, and pierced his eyes into the very soul of Neville, scrutinizing his very core with absolute detail, and smugly chuckled at the their relationship, Neville remained quiet as he boldly glared back at the Slytherin with new found confidence he never knew he possessed, holding the same spiteful venom as Blaise, Neville unknowingly wrapped an arm around Winifred's waist as a memory of her broken foot resurfaced, and came to a mutual agreement with the young Ravenclaw as he glanced briefly into her emerald irises - he owed her one.
"Quit being a nuisance, Zambini" Neville broadly scolded, his eyes knitting together threateningly whilst tightening his grip around the frail bombshell that claimed him her boyfriend, something that no student at Hogwarts would deny, and relished in the flash of defeat that pooled in the Zambini's glare.
"Have fun, Longbottom. You can't make her happy" at this statement, Winifred slightly jumped in her skin, as if she received an electric shock, she stared down at the stone in a somewhat lowered mood, obviously bothered by the Zambini's note. He stalked off in the opposite direction of the duo and turned once more on the heel of his foot to fully stare at Neville, to which Neville replied by holding his brooding stature and continued to glare, "you have pretty nice teeth, it'd be a shame if they were kicked down your throat" and with the threat, he fully left the presence of the two in the vacant hall.
Immediately, Winifred pulled the sleeves of her grey knitted sweater and shielded her eyes from the wizard that now took her shoulder's into the palms of his hands as she began to bite on her bottom lip, desperately trying to hold her emotions intact, ".. That kinda stung" she muttered, finally composing herself as she wiped away the moist tears that were readily forming, and smiled appreciatively up at Neville as he drew small circles reassuringly into her shoulders, "what's his problem?' Neville asked with a tender smile spreading across his lips.
Winifred blinked slowly as she held her elbow at her side, her state was practically screaming out her depression.
"I'm not too sure, he wanted to go out, but he was.. Going to use me" she flatly stated, and as she finished her sentence, a fourth year Gryffindor trotted out of the library doors, and both the elder students felt suddenly relieved in the convert of atmosphere from dreary, to comfortable.
"Let's go eat, I'll walk you to the Great Hall", at this, Winifred smugly smiled up at Neville, her cocky nature returning, to which he suddenly caught a mental picture of a broken Hannah, and remorsed his offer, "no thanks, I..." She hesitated to complete her sentence, and wavered her gaze towards a student that lingered behind the lanky Gryffindor, "I'm going with Scarlet" and with that, she sprinted down the hall in her flats, creating a 'click, clack' sound echoing in the empty hall, leaving this unsettled craving that crawled under Neville's skin. Confused. With the only thought of how perfect his arm wrapped around her waist.