I forgot to tell you the Saddle Club (and Veronica)'s houses.

Stevie: Gryffindor

Carole: Gryffindor

Lisa: Ravenclaw

Veronica: Slytherin

In case you wanted to picture this, it uses the Season 1 (or 2 since they're fifteen and sixteen) kids.

"Mmmm... you sure make a mean roast beef sandwich!"

Lisa took another bite of aforementioned sandwich. Neville watched her with a smile. "Thanks, but I didn't make it. I wanted our picnic to be edible. Hermione made it so the house-elves wouldn't have to. That girl and her S.P.E.W!" he said.

Lisa laughed and settled into Neville's chest. "It's still a nice picnic," she assured him, "and my strong man carried the picnic basket all by himself!"

Neville flexed his muscles. The pair laughed again.

Continuing their picnic, Lisa poured them both pumpkin juice. They talked and laughed with each other.

Nevills wrapped his arms around Lisa, who closed her eyes. She sighed contently, looking around. "Wanna skip rocks?"

Neville stood and helped Lisa up. "Sure," he agreed, racing Lisa down to the lake. They picked up rocks.

"I want to warn you, I've beat Stevie and Carole millions of times, and I'm pretty good," Lisa said.

Neville laughed. "But are you good enough to best... me?"

Lisa nodded. "Yes."

Neville skipped his stone first. "Five! Beat that!" he yelled.

Shrugging, Lisa complied. "All right then." she threw her rock. It continued to skip until they could only see the water splashing up. Neville was shocked.

"Wh...how did you...splash...huh?"

Lisa shrugged. "Told you I was good," she answered.

Neville smiled to himself. "Good enough to defeat the Tickler?" he asked. He chased Lisa, ready to tickle her.

She ran down a hill, tumbling to the bottom. Neville fell over. "Ow, my leg, Lisa come quick!" he yelled.

Lisa hurried over to her boyfriend. "Gotcha!" he cried, pulling her on top of him and tickling her. They rolled over, as Lisa laughed. She kept giggling as Neville turned them over again, sitting (gently!) on top of her as he tickled. Lisa's face felt warm.

"Ahem..."

The two looked up. McGonagall stood there, watching as the two were in a very compromising position.

Lisa stood and brushed off her clothes. Her face was bright red, like Neville's. Lisa offered Neville her hand to help him up. They stood in front of the professor.

"Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr. Longbottom, and ten from Ravenclaw, Miss Atwood," she said.

Neville stared at the professor. "No, professor it wasn't Lisa's fault. It was all my fault. I tickled her," he said, squeezing her hand gently. Lisa frowned.

McGonagall sighed. "Very well, Longbottom. As much as it pains me, twenty points from Gryffindor. Miss Atwood, I'll give you five of those points back."

Once McGonagall was gone, Lisa turned to Neville. Her face crumpled the way it did when she was either sad or upset. "You didn't have to do that," she said.

Neville shrugged. "I wanted to save you those points. I know you're not used to getting in trouble," Neville explained.

Lisa smiled at him, and wrapped her arms around him in a hug. "My hero," Lisa whispered softly.

"If Gryffindor loses the House Cup, you'll know why," joked Neville.

Lisa smiled. "Well, if Carole and Stevie decide to kill you, we'll all know why," she added, giggling.

"As long as I have you, it doesn't matter."