Neville had to admit, if it weren't for the "few" plants he kept in his room or the small stack of books on his side table that he'd been too forgetful to return, he probably would have been on of those bored people, wandering the halls or finding ways to waste time in the kitchen. He hadn't been the most social since his arrival, and didn't make use of most of the hotel's amenities, aside from the greenhouse and occasionally the movie room (once he'd gotten someone to show him how it worked) or library. He was someone who really only survived with a routine and there were enough other things here to break it; it was easier to bury himself in the familiarity of his plants than try too many new things.
"Better at Charms but good enough to pass the auror exam." Eventually. He added in his head. He hadn't been required to take most of them, but he had anyway. Maybe to prove to everyone he could, maybe to prove to himself. But he still didn't want to admit, to Snape especially, that it had taken more than one try.