Shuffling to the table, Neville sat down and put his head in his hands. "Thanks, Hermione. I've not... It's just been too busy for me to eat." He wasn't going to admit he had been sitting in the dark, and he hadn't eaten because everything he had reminded him of her. The food, planned for the party. The week old leftover takeout. The chopsticks carelessly littered on the counter. God, this whole place reminded him of her.