"Maybe it's a conversation for another time. Maybe after the start of next time." Neville waved his wand and the stack of essay disappeared in a flash of smoke, "I sent them back to my office."
He stared off into the crackling fire at the far end of the room. "I think I just feel like Binns some time and I want to fix that by finding that next." he stopped leaning in close to Harry and whispered, "Dragon's egg."
"Maybe a long holiday is in order." Neville sighed. "Thomas has been working at St. Mungo's as a healer. I never would've thought one of mine would excel at potions work." Neville chuckled, "How are yours?"