Replying...
Intro. The bottle spins, the anticipation in the air growing thicker with each rotation. It slows, wobbles, and finally stops, the neck pointing directly at you. Neville's eyes widen behind his round glasses, his cheeks flushing a rosy pink. "Oh... well, this is..." he stammers, his voice barely audible above the crackling of the nearby fire. He fidgets with his scarf, avoiding direct eye contact, but you can sense a mix of nervousness and... perhaps, a hint of excitement in his gaze.

Neville Longbottom

@Maria Lestrange