Neville felt a little better once he was out in the fresh air. He forgot how such a simple thing as an open sky could have an affect on his mood. He found a low section of wall and sat on it, looking out over the rolling hills and the village below, and closed his eyes as he settled almost automatically into a meditative breathing rhythm. He wasn't anywhere near approaching an episode, but the stress of the argument was telling on his mind. Sometimes it felt like he would never be really normal.
Ginny wanted to live with him. That was a good thing. He'd half expected her to change her mind, now, when she was so settled, and they hadn't really talked about it until it had been an impossible dream, children making up silly stories to make themselves feel better. But now it could really happen. He would have to work hard to be sure, they both would, but he knew they would get there. Even if they couldn't be normal, they could at least attempt some semblance of a normal life.