Neville rubbed his hands together and thought things over. "Yes, they are pretty tense. George is out but... Katie still isn't and Fred's a mixed bag of relief and panic most of the time. And Ginny, well, she's just worried about everyone and working to boot." Neville didn't mention what he was doing, Anthony could probably guess from the state of him that he was in the greenhouses non-stop.
"I imagine you'd be over-run if you had the clinic open as well." He nodded knowingly at Anthony's admission that it was Dragon Pox - he had been told by Millicent's Healer that they had a suspicion but hadn't totally concluded. It sounded very suspicious that it would've had the most effect on muggleborns. George was a pureblood and look what it did to him. Still, it wasn't good news - a new strain of a deadly virus was never good.
"Lucky that you were immune then, someone had to be or we'd all be up the creek." Neville's mind was racing again, trying to think if he'd ever heard of the one treatment they'd developed for Dragon Pox way back then, but he couldn't remember. "Just owl me if you need anything, and let Oliver know as well. I have other greenhouses all over England so, if you do need large quantities... they're all at your disposal."