Neville followed Aberforth to his office and entered. It was just as he remembered it all those months ago when he offered his services as an archer.
He sat himself down just as Aberforth asked what he'd like to drink. "Scotch and soda?" Neville settled into the huge, comfortable chair beside the hearth and thanked Aberforth when he gave Neville his drink.
"I'm glad to see you're doing alright. Last I heard from you, you were recovering from the last battle." Neville looked into the depths of his drink and thought.