Green
He went to their engagement party. He wasn't sure why. Just to make sure that he had really missed his chance, perhaps. Not that he had been close to taking it, anyway. Neville sighed. Harry was right, no one could wait forever. But as he watched them dance, laugh, kiss, his insides were held in a vice of envious torment, and he wished with all his heart that, just once, one person could have waited for him.
He had to turn away as Luna and Rolf shared a tender moment that no one else in the room seemed aware of. He forced his firewhiskey down past the growing lump in his throat, and made to leave when he stood and collided with someone's back. He started apologising profusely before he even knew who it was. Hannah Abbott turned to smile at him, a slight blush tinging her cheeks. Neville took one last look at the dancefloor.
"Let me get you a drink."
AN: I hope you've enjoyed these: when I first learned the colours of the rainbow, it was in Welsh, and so they're in this order because though there are many variations, I learned: Coch (red) a Melyn (yellow) a Pinc (pink) a Glas, (blue) Oren (orange) a Porffor (purple) a Gwyrdd (green)
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