Neville chuckled lightly, "No, I teach Herbology. Only been a couple of years though. And Sprout still visits at least once a fortnight." McGonagall liked to remind him at times that he was one of the youngest professors Hogwarts had ever seen (he thought she was proud to have been his head of house for it) but a lot of his class seemed to be the youngest at what they did. It seemed to come with both so many lost in the war and having to grow up so quickly.
Neville pulled his wand from the pocket of his apron and pointed it toward a kettle off on a small table in one corner. At least he'd remembered to prepare that much before he'd gotten to work that morning. The kettle would whistle within a few moments and Neville would pour the tea into cups nearby. "Hope you don't mind bags, after Divination I never much liked the loose stuff." He set the mugs on a tray with some milk and sugar and brought the whole thing to the table he'd cleared earlier. "Careful, that one spits." he warned of the Mimbulus Mimbletonia Sirius was standing near, "I've been here a few months now. I'd say you get used to it but it's still pretty odd most days."