Theodore raised an eyebrow. 'Typical Gryffindor', he thought with a derisive snort. Too bloody noble for his own good. And yet worn out, too, the Slytherin realized with a hint of satisfaction.
"So you compare your parents to walking corpses? Nice." Theodore said sarcastically, though he did understand what Neville said. He just didn't want to admit it. Least of all out loud.