Fun wasn't exactly the word Neville would've used. While Lavender had been upstairs, he'd caught the eye of a sympathetic fourth year, but the girl hadn't come to his aid. Who would? Lavender was a force to be reckoned with, and Neville was just too good to tell her no. Firstly, Lavender was his friend. Secondly, he didn't think she'd ever accept no for an answer.
Taking the seat where she'd directed him, Neville tried to focus on battles that were worth picking, like talking out during one of the Carrow's lessons, or who got the last piece of cherry pie at dinner.
"You're just going to take a little off the top, right?"