Neville Longbottom
Magnilda continued to stare at the strange Gryffindor boy with the same intrigued expression. He seemed to be obsorbed in the book. I never thought a wizard like that would be so. . . intelligent. she thought to herself. She had seen him on an occasion, but never did she think he was just as eager to learn as she was. And also, he seemed to take interest in what just happened to be one of her favorite books: One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi! Phyllida Spore was one of her favorite authors. Magnilda had stepped out and decided to approach Neville. "Hello, there. That's a fantastic book you're reading there," she said to him in a dreamy tone, as she stared rather longingly at the cover, as if deciding that she was going to read this book again now. Neville had almost jumped at her sound of voice and looked up at her. "Oh. . . uh. . . yeah. I love Herbology and learning about the. . . the. . . plants and herbs." the Gryffindor seemed to stutter a lot, but Magnilda paid no mind to it, or perhaps she hadn't noticed. "What page are you on? What herb or plant are you reading on?" she had wondered excitedly, unable to contain that excited curiousity.
Neville looked a bit surprised that she seemed so enthusastic about a book, but he didn't comment about it.
"Well, it's on gillyweeds. I---"
"Oh, gillyweeds are quite amazing! But I think I love learning more about the asphodel. Did you know it's used for the Draught of Living Death and---" she had paused, feeling embarassed.
". . .And Wiggenwield Potion?" Neville had finished the sentence for her, looking at her with a crooked, shy smile. Magnilda could only stare for a while before nodding slowly, giving a shy smile back. "Yes, Wiggenwield Potion. . ." the two became silent for a while, Magnilda allowing her eyes to wander about the library at the thousands of books, Neville seeming to take interest in his shoelaces. "You know, a lot of people bully me for being a bookworm. They think it's ridiculous, but I'm not the only one! I mean, if you know Hermione---and almost everybody does---she's like that, too! But. . . everyone says I'm even worse than her." the Ravenclaw had now turned her attention to her shoes, looking crestfallen. Neville looked concerned.
"Hey, don't listen to them. I bet most of them are just some Slytherins, correct?"
"Yes, but maybe they're right. Maybe I am too caught up in---"
"You can never be too intelligent." Neville had said firmly yet softly. He had put a hand on her shoulder in reassurance. Magnilda had almost blushed, looking up into the eyes of the Gryffindor. The Gryffindor whom seemed more like a Hufflepuff, yet to her had fit perfectly in his House because he had the heart of a lion. When Magnilda looked into his hazel brown eyes, for some reason, she felt he was brave and strong. Just like a lion. She may have seen him in the past as a weakling, but now, he seemed. . . different. Though, she wasn't sure why she felt she knew these things. Her mind was mostly concentrated on school, books, classes, homework, exams, and studying, so what did a Gryffindor's heart matter to her?
But as Magnilda Marten continued to stare silently at him for a moment, the 7th year staring back into her blue eyes and blushing slightly(Magnilda also felt her cheeks turn slightly red), the Ravenclaw realized something she had never really felt even since the day she stepped foot in the Hogwarts Express for the first time.
Magnilda Marten, the proud Ravenclaw, was in love.