"Mathers was a priss," Neville admitted honestly. "I mean, he wasn't girly, but you know, Purist type that doesn't like to get his nails dirty? Kinda... well, a bigger priss than Malfoy, for sure - but less dangerous than Malfoy. Mathers couldn't hurt a fly - not he wouldn't. He would love to, but I don't think he could. Kinda puny in retrospect," Neville said with a laugh, flushing a bit. "In the end, he cared more about Daddy's trust funding his drinking than Herbology or anything we had in common before." Neville shrugged and continued eating.
"I can't imagine how that feels. I mean, I'm worried what people will say, but short of my Gran, there's not too many people I'm afraid I will hurt because of it. I don't know what to tell you mate - 'cept she is one of your closest friends, so I can't ever imagine her hating you over it. She might get made, but she'd come round, yeah?"