Much to Neville dismay the Slytherins were already there, he quickly glanced at the dark haired boy who he had been dreading seeing. Ever since the sorting, Neville had tried his hardest to avoid Harry Potter. He felt terrible about it, he had been so nervous on the train ride but Harry had been so helpful and made him feel much calmer yet as soon as the boy had been sorted into Slytherin it felt like a wall had been placed between them. Unlike most boys his age he didn't outright hate Slytherins yet he still found it so difficult to speak to Harry when the others were around, he knew they would go mad and Neville wasn't ready to upset all of his house just yet. Plus the reputation the house had meant Neville wasn't sure if being friends with Harry was something he should actually do.