Neville knew he was late, and he hated being late for things, it reminded him of when he was younger and used to be ten times more forgetful than he usually was.
It was a pub night but he dressed in his dark jeans and a dark hunter green jumper that Ginny had given him for Christmas.... though the sleeve she managed to pull off at an attempt to knit her own jumpers was his favourite. He topped it off with his long black wool coat and turned up the collar as it was slightly windy out. He was really not very good with crowds but Ginny was going to be there, and with any luck the threats worked and Harry would be there too.
Rounding the corner, Neville saw a familiar face and was quite relieved... for the both of them. Harry was standing outside, no doubt idling just to rile Ginny up. "Hey... glad you made it." Neville sidled up next to his friend and smiled softly, wondering just how many people were inside.