"Hey, come here," Neville said, seeing the tell-tale tightness of her features seconds before the tears actually came. He tugged lightly on her hand until she'd moved out of her chair and into his lap, and he wrapped both arms protectively around her, pressing soft kisses to her hair as he let her get out the last of what she wanted to say.
He wasn't sure what to say for a moment. What could he say? This wasn't his problem, his prejudice, and he'd seen plenty in his twenty-something years to prove that it was a lot harder to change closed minds that it seemed like it should be. "I could be...normal for long enough to meet them," he suggest softly, rubbing one hand up and down on her back. "Do you think she'd meet me if she knew there'd be nothing magical about it? Dress in Muggle clothes, talk about Muggle plants.... I don't know a lot, but you could help me, yeah?"