There were times that it was easier than he would have expected to separate this Snape from the one in his mind. Standing there, under the intensity of his stare was not one of those times. But Neville wasn't eleven and nervous and holding his father's wand anymore, so he didn't shrink back, as he would have once.
"Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. We were offered the jobs by the Minister after the war." Neville played his own dance too, continually letting out some information but not all, adding bits and pieces to the story so he wasn't lying but wouldn't overwhelm. He figured just mentioning Harry would be enough to get Snape upset anyway.
He left the other man to do whatever he needed and cleared some more room, pushing a small table out of the way, moving some of the potted plants out of the way. They encroached on the space between the two beds now, but Neville didn't think Bill would really mind for a few hours, if he came back.