Neville chased after his rebemreball that Malfoy had throw into the forest, again. Apparently, Malfoy's fan-girls liked it when he did that. He sighed. It just wasn't fair. He had to be the only one without fan-girls. Even Snape had fan-girls! Maybe nice guys do finish last…

Ana checked her computer again, and sighed. 'Am I the only Neville fan-girl?' she mused. She was rather timid, her friends all called her Piglet.

Piglet had actually been her role model when she was younger. He was scared, but he always braved the Hefalumps with Pooh. Ana doubted she could take on a Hefalump, with or without Pooh.

Ana took a deep breath. She needed to do something about Neville's apparent lack of fan-girls. She got out her paper and pencil and wrote her fanfic.

Neville continued walking in gloom. Suddenly, he saw someone behind a tree.

"H-hello?"

Ana crept from her hiding place. "Hi!" She gave a sly wave.

Neville returned a nervous smile.

"Um, I, um, I, j-just wanted t-to tell you that y-you do have f-f-fan-girls. I-I'm A-ana." With that she pushed a bouquet of flowers into his hands and rushed away.

Neville, slightly stunned, looked down on the flowers. 'Forget-me-nots," he thought and chuckled. "Maybe today isn't such a bad day after all…"