Ginny had known that Neville would come right over and so wasn't surprised to open the door and see him standing nervously there. She stepped aside silently and let him in, studying him as she did. Her eyes were drawn to his hands, and she let out a gasp at the bandages.
"What have you done to your hands?" she asked. That wasn't the most important thing they had to talk about, but she hated knowing he'd hurt himself. He'd probably been in the greenhouses non-stop since Friday. She knew that's where he thought best, and she'd probably given him a lot to think about. She just hoped it wasn't too late.
"Sit down, and let me see," she ordered. "I have a med kit in the bathroom. I'll be right back." She hurried to the bathroom and grabbed the kit. It was fully stocked with healing potions and balms, and would definitely be good to help Neville.