Neville stood behind Hannah while she took care of the spill Minerva had with the cup. This was all so difficult and surreal for Neville, he kept thinking he'd wake up and would be asleep on the couch with Minerva waking him up to ask where her favourite blankie was... still in pigtails. He sighed audibly to himself, Hannah and Minerva having their conversation.
However, he did hear what Minerva said last. "Pardon? Whyever would you want to move out now? You need your family Minnie." Neville didn't understand her reasoning... she was alone when she was attacked and that sent another jab of guilt straight to his gut, but still, he didn't want to let his girl out of his sight anymore. He had always heard about strict fathers and how maybe he had been too lenient with her. But he didn't want her to leave now.