Neville was already at the table, unloading his own armful of cookies and Butterbeers. "Hey." He said softly. Somehow, to him, it felt like cuddle parties were meant to be quiet. He had no idea where he got the idea from, but it's how it felt.
He still had a few hours free before he'd go see his parents and sincerely hoped to be late for tea this time.
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