Neville was more familiar with Seamus' methods of flirtation than he was his own. Not from firsthand experience, of course, but merely from observation, and not having very much practice himself.
"Yeah, sure," he grinned, plucking a sugar quill from the package and settling against back against the head board of his own bed, the sugar and the pending static of the wireless combining both to lull him into complacence.
"I wonder if they'll have any news on Harry and Ron and Hermione? I keep expecting them to," Neville mused, sucking the quill, a touch of anxiety threatening to spoil an otherwise shaping-up-to-be-pleasant evening.