Neville Longbottom Height Novels & Stories

At that moment, I observed he appeared to be following his nose and had his head bent upward. At this distance, I was still unable to see his face. All I could see of him was that he was quite tall. His height was most likely six and a half feet. The only people I could think of who were not much older than me were him and Rowan. He was also more muscular than either of my cousins.

"That's right, my sweet Kylie. You're so clever. Go quickly and invite Mr. Harris for a drink!" Kylie obediently stood up. This girl had a height of about 1.7 meters, even taller than Richard Harris when she wore high heels. When women are too tall, it doesn't give the feeling of a small bird nestling against them. Sometimes it's better to be a bit shorter. As he thought about it, the adorable figure of Roxana Nelson appeared in his mind. Strangely, he was thinking about Roxana Nelson, a girl only about 1.6 meters tall.

He looked completely defenseless even when his body felt the threat that surrounded them. When he looked at her again, he saw that she had trouble fighting her intrusive thoughts. There was a slight crease between her brows and fidgeting that looked uncomfortable. Her fingers were curled and uncurled a few times. “Albert…” Shadow said. “Yes, m’lord.” He lowered his massive body, bending slightly. His tall figure had already completely hidden Shadow from the eyes of the enemies. The average height of the people in the underworld was higher than 5’10 feet.

He accomplished something on his own, without the help of his rich parents. His voice is like no other, his charm dark and mysterious and that's what a lot of girls find intriguing about him. No one knows exactly how tall he is but tabloids have settled on 6 feet 2 inches. He is not very muscular either, more on the lanky side but just enough muscle to do some damage if anyone chose to square him up. His eyes are a peculiar shade of dark blue and his hair is jet black, skimming his shoulders with overgrown bangs.

"Come in, Cheryl." His voice was deep, velvety and husky. He sounded like he could be in a ford commercial. Cheryl's stomach fluttered at the voice that she didn't think twice before turning around again. This time taking in more of his features. He was taller than she remembered. He always looked like that next to her and it made her wonder if he was too tall or she was just too short. Well, 5'4" next to George Carter can be considered too short considering he is what? 6'5". He was practically a giant.

What a troublesome dilemma he needs to face. The lecture is smoothly ongoing for two hours. Sir Rayleigh, their foreign Lecturer, is a handsome man in his mid forty, with striking blue eye color and sharp jawline. He stood tall at approximately six feet and two inches as the tallest man in this hall due to his Canadian blood, surpassing the average height of his male students.

The six of them were dressed in white linen robes as if to emphasize their purity. Solan was the biggest of them all, standing at almost seven feet, he had a shock of white hair and a scar running across his forehead. Nero was the lankiest with a mop of brown hair, Severus was the shortest of the men and yet he stood at six feet, with purple-magenta hair. Julius had blonde hair, the same shade as Octavia’s, but that wasn’t the only thing they had in common. They both could pass for identical twins, except for the fact that they were of different genders.

Thanks to Malcolm's influence, the once admiring and envious gazes now turned into jealousy and even hostility. "She's not lacking in terms of her background, but physically...!" "Yeah! Lord Malcolm is at least 185 cm tall, and Ms. Walker probably is about 145 cm?" "Probably. She doesn't look any taller than that." There were hushed discussions among the crowd, something Natalie was used to. Every time she attended a banquet, people always commented on her height. She was indeed short. Even with high heels, she couldn't possibly reach 160 cm! Malcolm was wearing a suit, and the color of the flower in his chest pocket... was sapphire blue. He looked both dignified and alluring.

Chapter 3 (Valentina's POV) What an idiot! Classic hockey idiotic small-brained parasite! But damn he was gorgeous. I was right. Those eyes were pure perfection. And his black hair looked messy in a way "I just got out of bed". He was also tall. And if I am saying that you know it must be true since I am 1, 80 meters tall. He had to be close to 2 meters. And all yummy muscles. Since he only wore a long-sleeved shirt all his muscles were pretty much on display and sadly I must admit it wasn't the worst view.

He had saved her life and had done his best. He stood up, pointed inside, and then outside. His meaning was very clear. He told her not to go in again! If she wanted to live. He suddenly stood up. His height... was 1.9 meters, which was unusual.