"Nice uh...pot, Harry." Neville said, carefully holding up Harry’s newest creation for closer inspection. “Thanks,” Harry stood up from behind his wheel and walked towards Neville with a proud grin. “I made it for your Mimbletonia. Noticed it had grown a few inches again and thought it might enjoy a bigger home?”
A surprised Oh escaped Neville’s mouth as he put the crooked thing back on the table where it wobbled dangerously back and forth. “That’s so sweet of you…So the shape is-…did you-..was it supposed to-..” Neville stammered. With a deep breath in he cut off his own words and took Harry’s hand in his. “I- I mean, I really love it, Harry. Thank you,” he added and even managed to put a smile on this time. Harry gave Neville’s hand a gentle squeeze and turned back to his worktable with a happy tune on his lips.
As he picked up the misshapen pot again to take it up into their flat, Neville’s thin-lipped smile had turned tender. Upstairs, he carefully removed the Mimbulus Mimbletonia from its admittedly too tiny pot and placed it in Harry’s. In its new spot on the windowsill, the pot gently rocked back and forth as if at sea. Not that Neville claimed any plant whisperer skills, but the Mimbletonia did already look much happier than before. Harry had made this for him. For no apparent reason other than attentiveness, and wasn’t that the sweetest compliment.