Neville looked up from where he'd been securing his trunk, a little nervous at all of the plants he'd stowed inside. Parvati's words, and her expression, turned what had been alarm about what he was smuggling to concern for what, and who, apparently weren't on the train.
"She didn't, but I didn't ask her to, either. We were going to organize... well, we were going to make sure everyone was safe once we got back to the castle," he said carefully, avoiding saying anything that might be mistaken for anything other than harmless worry for a friend. "Maybe one of the Slytherin prefects has detained her or something?"