Neville listened to Harry with a smile, unwrapping cartons and tableware and just smiling pleasantly. He was glad to have some company. He hadn't realized how lonely he had been. His eyes lit up at the mention of biscuits. Brilliant! He'd just been wanting some today! He tried not to think on that though, because it reminded him of how stupidly emotional he'd been earlier that day. He grabbed a biscuit from the plate-
-and promptly dropped it. He turned to his bag and snatched his journal out, Harry's words immediately striking a chord in him. He didn't. He couldn't have. Oh, fucking Slytherin's balls-
"Shite," he muttered, staring at the entry and all the comments written under it. "Shite." Of course. He'd remembered to do everything but charm this private. He'd talked about his Mum and Parvati - aw, fuck. And Mathers. Neville sunk onto a nearby stool. Lucky it was nearby, he almost missed it completely. He stared down at his journal for a long moment.
Fuck. Harry had read it! Neville looked up at Harry immediately, his eyes widening.