Neville practically snorted in agreement. It wasn't a very attractive noise, but it came from a very strong feeling. "No kidding," he sighed. He knew he'd never be able to really rest - to relax even in his friends' company, until not only Carrow but both the remaining Lestranges were caught and put away. Or killed, he supposed. He didn't want to believe in murder as a solution, but if they did anything to hurt the people he cared about.... he wasn't sure. Could he kill someone, if it wasn't a battle situation? Not that he could take one either of the Lestranges in a duel. He wasn't stupid enough to believe that.
The most frustrating thing was not being able to do anything. At least when the Carrows had been at Hogwarts the students been able to fight back, in their own stubborn, mutinous little ways. Now they were powerless, just waiting around for something to happen.
He realised he'd been silent for a while, lost in his own dark thoughts while he worked. He cleared his throat and attempted to change the subject. "Professor Sprout said she's looking for a new Venomous Tentacular," he said. "An adolescent one. That'll be cool."