"Cheers, my arms were about to fall off." Harry said gratefully as Neville helped take the load off his arms; he wouldn't admit it, but his strength hadn't fully returned from having the Pox and all the Quidditch practice, even just being a Reserve, was taking its toll.
Harry had thought long and hard about how to approach the subject of Neville's journal entry. He was pretty sure it wasn't meant to be public; Neville was just about as private about his personal life as he himself was. He hadn't really come up with a perfect answer so finally he sat down and unwrapped the plate of Mrs. Weasley's biscuits.
"Mrs. Weasley made these for us today," He said quietly, giving Neville an almost sheepish grin. "And uh, you might want to double check your last journal entry." He added, clearing his throat. He knew that Neville considered him to be one of his best friends, but there must've been a reason that Neville didn't want him to know about the things he'd talked about in that entry, so he wasn't sure about how his friend would take to him knowing anyway.