Augusta walked into the sitting room on Christmas morning to find her grandson buried under a pile of owls, each bearing a card or gift for the scion of the Longbottom family.
"Making a lot of friends at Hogwarts?" she murmured with a smile. It was good to see the boy coming out of his shell.
"Yes, gran," Neville agreed. "Could you help me get the owls under control so I can write thank you notes?"
"Of course," she agreed, pleased that the boy was doing his duty without having to be prompted. The old woman became aware of an odd fact five minutes into the sorting process, not one of the letters she'd seen had come from a boy. What's more, several of the letters had been sealed with a kiss. "Neville?"
"Yes, gran?" the boy looked up.
"Who are all these girls that sent you letters?" And why were a substantial number of them from dark families?
"All the Slytherin girls above second year and a few more from the other houses," Neville replied. "They're my friends."
"I see." Augusta felt faint, she'd never had to deal with this sort of thing with Frank. "I'm going to go lay down for a bit, Neville."
"Okay, gran."
Augusta swept out of the room while making a mental note to have her brother come by later to teach the boy a few contraceptive charms and why he should use them.