Neville looked up, a little blearily. He'd been so lost in thought that he'd not even heard anyone come in. And somehow - he realised with some embarassment - his cheeks were wet. He rubbed a grubby hand over his face, leaving streaks of dirt where it mixed with the suspicious dampness. He relaxed a little when he saw Justin, and not one of the Slytherins. "Hey," he said. He knew he should get up, to not look like quite so much of an idiot, but the Amicacia was latched on rather firmly, and he didn't want to hurt it.