"What time were we supposed to meet them?" Neville looked back at Luna and tilted his head. He really couldn't remember. Had they said twelve? Or before twelve? All he could seem to recall was the twelve. He was starting to get angry with himself for not being able to remember. "From now on I'm going to have to write things down!"
He took Luna's hand in his, mainly because he liked doing that and she didn't seem to have any onjection to it, and stopped outside the Great Hall. "I know that I've been meeting him every week...but he's still so scary!" His voice was low enough so that no one else could hear him. "Are you sure that you don't mind eating with them today?"