Neville let out a sigh of relief as the hard lump in his throat began to dissolve. That had been really stupid. Now he was glad his dad wasn't here. After that scare he felt almost less worried about facing Ginny's mum.
He scooped up his pants from the floor and tugged them on while sitting on the edge of the bed. Looking up at her as she pulled on her clothes, he could see how worried she was, and he felt sorry. He didn't want the feeling of the last hour to be ruined by this setback. The thought made him feel oddly calm. "Hey," he said, standing up and taking her by the arm, giving her a little tug into his arms. "It's okay. We've got through a lot worse than your mum, eh?"