I can completely empathize with poor Neville. He's got the be the character who is most relatable to myself. Sort of a loser, picked last for Quidditch, and a complete klutz. My cooking abilities rival that of Neville's potion making ability. My dog conveniently stands at my feet while I cook, knowing that there is a really good chance that I will drop something (yesterday it was macaroni, the day before, a bag of sun chips. lucky dog).

Anyway, this particular incident where Neville messes up his boil-removing potion has a particular connection to myself. When I was in Physics class, Junior year, we were in the lab. There were these beakers of acid set up, and we were to adjust them for some purpose (I don't remember what, I did terribly in this class). I was turning the little screw to make the beaker go up and down, when the beaker knocked loose and fell on this girl sitting at my table. I felt so horrible spilling acid on someone, and the fact that she hated me to begin with...well, let's just say it didn't improve her feelings towards me. Luckily she wasn't hurt, just her sweater. And it didn't turn her into a toad. Which is kind of too bad, really.

So Neville, I feel ya buddy. School's only purpose is to make one feel stupider, uglier, and less important than everyone else. And damn you,physics class! Science is for losers anyway!