Neville looked up from the stashes of recent Quibbler issues he'd been poring over, convinced there would be some secret message from Luna or perhaps from her father. He was worried enough to wish he had a pair of her Spectre Specs, as though they might help him to see through her glaring absence on the Hogwarts express to the truth.
"I hope it won't come to that," he replied, remembering how the IS had managed to locate them in fifth year, and troubled by the thought of any long term stay in the Room of Requirement. He'd taken some convincing earlier that year that they should ever meet alltogether, at the same time. "But I guess if it does, the Room will provide like it always has?"
He didn't sound hopeful, and his hands fell limp against the stacks of magazines. It was a waste of time and Neville knew it. Where was Luna?