Aberforth laughed and shrugged. "Oh she hated me for years." He stroked his beard and took a seat at the table. Neville, remembering his upbringing, dropped Lucy's hand and pulled out a chair for Hannah.
Gran came in the room, just having heard Aberforth's remark. "I never hated you, Aberforth Dumbledore."
"No, you just thought I was crazy and uncouth. And you told me it more than once."