Harry had just enough time, once he got off work, to go home and change his clothes before heading to his favourite Chinese place. He'd read Neville's journal entry and, though he could be quite thick at times, figured that his friend had meant to ward it as private. Thankfully the Owl he'd sent to Mrs. Weasley and the request for her biscuits had arrived and been answered; there was a freshly made batch sitting on the kitchen table and he'd grabbed that before leaving.
So it was with arms full of sweet and sour pork, fried rice, egg drop soup, all the appropriate plates and cutlery, butterbeer and cider, and the extra-large plate of Mrs. Weasley's best biscuits(okay so he'd nicked one before leaving home) that he arrived at the greenhouse.
"Neville?" He called out as he entered the premises, looking for a safe, clean spot to set his load down. "I come bearing Chinese, now get your arse out here!"