Neville had heard every word Ginny was saying, and she was becoming adamant that he should attend the Order meeting. Everyone seemed to think that he was in the Order, but in fact, he had never attended a meeting, was never really asked to join the Order, but everyone seemed to think he was. Most likely this was because his parents were in the Order a very long time ago and had sacrificed their lives, so they assumed he was automatically a member.
Still he was thinking and Neville could tell it was agitating Ginny. “Well one thing is for certain, the Archer will stay between you and I. No one can know.” Searching for his pants, Neville had gotten distracted with Ginny standing so close and wondered what her touch would feel like on his warm and damp skin - that was until he found his pants jammed in the bottom drawer of the ‘two’ he had been allotted. Even though about 3 pairs came out onto the floor when he’d pulled one out, Neville smiled, because she’d obviously just stuffed all of them in there, making room for her clothes in the other drawers.
He tossed the flannel shorts on the bed and walked over to sit down, putting his arms around Ginny’s waist when she approached him, a very stern ‘I will drag you’ look on her face. “It’s not that I don’t want to go entirely Ginny.... I just don’t know that I’ll do any good.” He knew that she had just stated that he was important to the war but there were other factors. Sighing, he dragged a hand through his wet hair, making it stand up in damp spikes and odd waves. “Everybody always remembers me as the bumbling boy who couldn’t pull a spell out of his arse until he was much older than everyone else who could do much better... and yes, before you say it, I do remember.” Neville gave her a pointed look, referring to when he was confronted by the Dark Lord himself and what he was capable of doing in that kind of situation. Still... he’d used a sword, not magic. Just as he’d been using a bow and arrows.. and very limited magic.
Neville dragged Ginny closer to sit on his towel-clad lap, but he could tell she was still slightly miffed and eager to convince him. “The thing is, that persona is the perfect cover for the Archer. To stay that way, the hapless plant fiend, would mean I could do some good in secret. But if I was fighting out in the open, people might start to suspect.... and really, would they listen to me? If I’ve never been to a meeting, never provided input in the past, would they really want my opinions? I’m just not so sure. That’s all I was thinking of.” He sighed again and played with Ginny’s fingers before looking up at her. “But... if you think it would be good, if you think I could help without really jeopardizing any kind of cover we have...” Neville trailed off and smiled at her, half-shrugging afterward. “I could be a casual observer. Those Patroni were for you and your brothers after all, not me.”