She let him pull her into the lopsided hug and rested her head against his chest. She gave a small nod, but his assurances didn't really do much to make her feel better.
This was different than getting through a punishment at the academy. There she didn't ever feel remorse for whatever it was she was in trouble for. And while she didn't regret anything that had happened that afternoon (except, perhaps her failure in locking that damned door), she knew her mother was disappointed and that bit stung.
It took another moment for her to be presentable and she turned to make sure that Neville had found everything he needed. Taking a deep breath she put her hand on the door handle and hesitated. "You ready?" She asked him nervously.