Neville Longbottom earned Severus Snape's respect. Neville never told a soul what he saw flash in Professor Snape's eyes when the man was right up in his face. It was not anger, but pride. And that, more than even the approval of his Gran, made Neville determined to never give up. It also gave Neville Longbottom hope.
Neville respected Professor Snape. Even as Headmaster of the nightmare that Hogwarts had become, Neville respected him. He knew what was going on outside the school with the muggleborns and he could see how, in the hands of someone else, the nightmare inside the school could have been much worse. If he hadn't exactly convinced himself that he had the right end of it before, he was positive after Snape set detention for Luna, Ginny and himself with Hagrid in the Forbidden Forest instead of with the Carrows. Oh, the Carrows were gleeful about how exceptionally cruel an idea it was, especially when Snape rounded on Neville and spent a good ten minutes berating him and his stupidity, getting right up in his face with spittle flying. Neville heard the Carrows cast silencing spells on Ginny and Luna when they started yelling for Snape to leave him alone, but he stood there and took it all, trembling, but looking Snape in the eye until finally they were all told to get out of the Headmaster's sight and sarcastically entreated to enjoy their little foray into the forest with Hagrid and to not get themselves eaten up.
Hermione was Neville's first friend, first fancy and first love. She talked to him and helped him find Trevor that very first train trip to Hogwarts. He had been so afraid he'd never make friends and everyone would make fun of him because he couldn't remember things and was absolute rubbish at magic. She set him down so kindly and so easily when he asked her to the Yule Ball in their 4th year, that he really did believe that if she hadn't already had a date, she would have gone with him. He had been crushed in 6th year when Hermione needed a date for Slughorn's Christmas party and asked McLaggen. Neville spent the evening depressed, squeezing Trevor a bit too tightly.
Neville understands plants. He always has. He was quite sure he was magical, even when other members of his family weren't too sure, because he could coax anything to grow. He has a sense for what a plant needs that Professor Sprout thinks is quite remarkable.
Neville adores his cherry wood and unicorn hair wand. Not only because it is a wand that chose him, unlike his father's that he used before, but because it feels right in his hand. That it was one of the last that Mr. Ollivander sold before he disappeared only makes him cherish it more.
And I need to go to the doctor. And they scare the shit out of me. I have been putting off this visit for at least 4 years, but I’m going home next week for a few days so I’m going to see if I might be able to see one then. I’m so scared something is going to be wrong with me. If something is seriously wrong with me, I think I might die (metaphorically, of course).
And the carpet cleaners are coming tomorrow, and my room isn’t even clean yet. (But I have been rearranging things and sorting through them)
AND I get to work with my bf tomorrow in garden!! Hopefully they don’t move him around too much