Neville didn't hesitate to scratch the post through and ward it private just in case. He sighed heavily through his nose the moment he'd finished and bit his lip. Merlin. Neville wondered what Harry thought about it all. It wasn't that Neville was intentionally keeping all of it from his mates, he just didn't like talking about himself all that much and it had never really come up unless someone had asked, and even then, he didn't like talking about it.
"It's okay," Neville said softly, shoving his journal to the bottom of his bag, debating a very large, ritual pyre later on after Harry left. He glanced up at Harry and gave him a small smile. No matter what, he knew Harry cared and that was something. "You didn't push. It's fine. You were just being a mate. I appreciate it." Neville felt a bit better, but he still had hundreds of thoughts rushing through his mind, the most prominent was wondering how many people had read his journal, and had any of them read into the whole Mathers comment. Neville sighed again and grabbed the biscuit he'd dropped off the floor and tossed it at the rubbish bin, missing entirely.