Neville laughed out loud, having his bluff being called, and shook his head. "You know, I don't think anyone could snark on Quoft's level other than maybe... Snape but, I guess we'll never know." He smiled though at the suggestion she made. "Who knows, if I'm Headmaster by September, I may have some things to snark about."
He hung his head over his pint for a moment, not looking forward to the unnecessary battle that would occur during the month of August, and even that next weekend - the 'I'm pretending to care' fundraiser for the benefit of the media. "I'll be sending you what's going on, I'll try my best to filter through the shite too."
Taking another sip of his pint, he agreed with Ari totally on the smuggling bit. He had a chest in his office that usually got filled with items that he'd had to confiscate. "Can't exactly have them searched either." Neville could remember all the trouble the twins caused and how they always managed to find more mischief. "If you find anything good to confiscate... save it, you know, in case we can't get any ... creatures for the would-be Headmistress." Neville smiled mischievously himself, and he didn't often do that.