Neville scrambled to Ginny's side. Standing about not talking always made him uncomfortable, but when Ginny gave you that look, you simply did as you knew she wanted.
When Ginny brought up You-Know-Who's new nickname, Neville grinned sheepishly. Vomitface was, he supposed, juvenile.
"I know over the hols we asked everyone to look in to some different ways of communicating. Did anyone have any luck?"