Neville wished he could be as truly confident as Jack was about the whole situation. Admittedly, it was quite infectious. "I guess the Ministry is in for a hard battle."
Smiling quietly, Neville couldn't help a small chuckle at the 'celebration' that would happen if he was appointed Headmaster. "I could probably go for a pint or two." He smiled and hoped that Jack was joking about the 'rip roaring drunk' bit..Neville wasn't an attractive drunk. Last time that happened (and it was quite a while ago, not even an apprentice yet), he ended up upside down in a tree after trying to fly and failing spectacularly, as usual.
A replacement?? "To tell you the truth, I haven't thought about it. Nothing's been decided yet." Neville could practically feel Jack giving him a look of 'oh please' before he could even finish. "I guess it's time to find an apprentice if that's the case. Either way, I'll need one." In the shock of Flitwick passing on, Neville hadn't considered an apprentice until now, he was only 42 and wanted to continue teaching for a long time. "I don't suppose I could do both?"