Hermione smiled and let out a little huffing laugh. "Oh, well, I guess that leaves my world view still in tact."
Poor Neville. "Oh, Neville. I really wish there was something I could say or do." She hugged him tight. "I will try to help you though, is that okay?" Considering the amount of death she had seen, that they both had seen, Hermione was really crap at this whole comfort, reassurance thing. Usually, though, it was a shared pain, but hers couldn't compare at all to Neville's. She hoped she was doing right, though.