Neville came out of his room with a new shirt on, this one a plain white shirt that he would keep away from the tea he had been preparing. His hands hadn't been able to stop shaking while he was trying to make the drinks, and so he just gave up. He realized when changing though, that he had a little smudge on his left shoulder. It hadn't been there before he went to sleep, and when he walked back into the big room of the flat that was his living room and kitchen, he was holding his shoulder.
"Hello Luna Lovegood," he said, being slightly taken by surprise. He hadn't realized it would take so little time for his patronus to find her. His initial shock wore off and he smiled lopsidedly for a moment. At first he wondered what she had dreamed about to make her write what she had. Had they had the same type of dream? "Would you like some tea?" Or a robe, he thought to himself.