"So, Neville, how's work?" Aberforth asked. Neville froze and looked up from his dinner. He hadn't told them yet. "I actually resigned from the Auror squad," he said quietly.
"Why?"
"Well... there are ten left and I've got my own problem to deal with. It makes me a liability," he said, patting the still fresh scar on his arm. It was healed over but it was still puckered pink and white. "Well, thirteen left now. The break out was setback. But still, we got half of the remaining count this year alone... I'm going to have a family. I wasn't willing to risk it anymore and that is another thing that makes me a liability."
Aberforth nodded soberly. Gran set down her fork and started fidgeting with her napkin.