Grateful for the no-nonsense buffer that was Ginny, Neville scooted to the edge of his bed, feeling more like a part of the group and less like he was eavesdropping on Seamus and Parvati's veiled, private conversation.
"Not yet," he answered Ginny, smirking still at the thought of Ron in a burlesque, though. "If Alecto's a cow, what does that make Amycus?"