Finally Neville

“OW!”

“You could have woken me up, you know,” said Sasha walking up Neville’s back. A loud snap reverberated through the Gryffindor common room. “Don’t move yet,” she warned. A few more pops came from Neville’s back and she hopped off, lying next to him on the floor. She began rubbing his back with her hand.

“Thanks,” he said with a slightly cockeyed grin on his face. “I don’t think I could have worked it out myself.”

“You’re lucky my grandfather was a chiropractor,” Sasha said. “Otherwise we’d have had to take you all the way down to the infirmary.”

“Lucky me,” he said, pushing himself to his feet. He held a hand out to Sasha and helped her to her feet.

“Breakfast?” Sasha asked.

“Wonderful idea,” said Neville.

***

Neville heaped bacon on Sasha’s plate for her.

“Neville,” Sasha protested. “That’s way too much.”

“You’re way too thin,” he explained starting to reach for a plate of eggs. His voice lowered. “I’m afraid I’m going to break you.”

Sasha snorted.

“Like to see you try.”

He raised an eyebrow at her.

“Is that a challenge?”