Miserable
Neville sat alone the edge of his bed in the Gryffindor boys' dorms, his eyes staring----looking rather vacant---at the window. It was the afternoon, but the sky was now slowly beginning to turn to evening. The 7th year could hear the birds singing loudly in the last hours of the shining sun. He continued to watch as the sun grew more sleepy, sinking lower and lower, allowing its friend, the moon to trade places with it, showing off its bright silver light upon the castle grounds. Neville didn't feel at all well. The poor boy felt miserable, and blamed himself for what happened back in the library the other day. Not only did he feel miserable, but he also felt ashamed. If Magnilda did not want to speak to him, or her brother, than he completely understood. Tomorrow was Monday: getting back to classes, and, of course, doing exams. Past his less confident and nervous days, Neville had a good feeling that he would make it through alright. Well, with the exams, anyway. He wasn't very sure if he felt up to having to see the 6th year Ravenclaw again---or her brother, for that matter. Sighing, he moved into his covers and got comfortable before slowly closing his eyes. His heart raced in his chest, anticipating tomorrow's possibly-dreadful day.