As he made his way around the greenhouse, checking everything was cleaned up and put away, Neville came across a folded parchment just under the potted baneberries. Thinking a student had lost it; Neville picked it up and unfolded it. What he saw made his jaw hit the floor. Hermione’s handwriting, he’d know it anywhere, was all over it. She had a few notes but mostly it was doodles, like she had a hard time figuring out what to make notes on and allowed her mind to wander. Then he had seen his name and that’s when his jaw had dropped. Could she really mean it? Could he have an honest chance with the witch? Hoping the Universe was giving him a sign, Neville decided he would let her know how he felt without having to speak it, so he sat down and made his own "notes" before sending it back to her.