Nodding, Neville held out his hand for Parvati's work, pulling their two assignments together.
"I'm not sure I really want to keep a journal with my dreams in it, though," he whispered, not wanting Professor Trelawney to overhear. "It seems like that's the sort of thing that could be used against me sometime. Seamus would find it, at least, and have no end of laughs at my expense."