Nervousness crawled over Harry's skin like a thousand spiders and he swallowed, drawing his knees up to his chest as if to protect himself from criticism. He was beginning to feel vulnerable, exposed.
"I..." He faltered, his heart hammering away in his chest painfully. "I wouldn't joke about something like that." He said, looking a bit lost as he managed to look back to Neville briefly. Maybe this had been a bad decision; he hadn't been expecting this much...shock. Not that he hadn't been surprised to read Neville's journal entry, but still.