When Neville opened the door looking like he hadn't slept in days, much less eaten, with tear-stained cheeks, Hermione's heart nearly broke. "Oh, Neville," she cried, flinging her arms around his neck and engulfing him in frizzy hair she hadn't had a chance to tame before deciding to visit him.
Hugging him hard, she managed to choke out, "I brought you some soup."