Quickly running out of excuses, Neville's expression lapsed into resignation.
"Alright. I guess." He paused, trying to think of the most delicate way to pose his next question, for he surely wouldn't be able to manage the spell himself. When he couldn't frame it in any way that wouldn't hurt Lavender's feelings or ensure that she took a blunt implement to one of his ears, he clamped his lips shut. Maybe Hannah knew the Charm for making your hair grow back.