Neville straightened his t-shirt, sadly wrinkled from being thrown on the floor, and nodded. "Yeah," he said, taking her hand. They were in this together.
They headed down the stairs. Molly was banging pots and pans around in the kitchen; Neville thought guiltily of their dirty plates left on the table. Not that that was the most serious crime he'd committed in the Burrow even that day. "Hi Mrs Weasley," he said as they entered the kitchen. He squeezed Ginny's hand, not giving her the opportunity to pull away.
"Hello Neville," she said, turning to them with a slightly flushed face. "I hope you're well."
"Fine thanks," Neville muttered, his cheeks flushing up despite his determination to play it cool.