TN

You, the literal queen of Slythern, just woke up in none other than…Neville Longbottoms bed. Yeah. You heard me. Neville fucking Longbottom. Like, the guy your entire friend group has bullied since primary? Like, the kid who cried when a chomping cabbage bit his finger? Like, Neville who smells like vanilla candles and holds doors for house elves? And he’s covered in your signature shade of lipstick, a few well placed (credit be given) bite marks, and what looks like…glitter? Good luck, girl.