Neville smiled. "I think that might be okay. I mean, it's not the flying that worries me, I just don't know how to control the broom, no one ever really showed me."
He thought for a moment about what to tell her, eventually figuring he might as well just start at the beginning and see where that went. "Well, uh, I grew up with my Gran and a few great aunts and uncles. My parents...were tortured, when I was really young, they're in St. Mungo's. They have none of their memories and can't seem to form any new ones. A lot of people think they're just crazy but...they just can't remember how to do anything and can't learn." He realized that this was the first time he really explained it, most of the time he just let people think they were crazy.
"Before they were like that, they worked for the Order and there was this prophecy. It was about V-Voldemort. It said that a baby boy born at the end of July, whose parents had fought him three times would become the only thing that could destroy him. That's why he tried to kill Harry. But...it could have been me, I was born only a few hours before he was, and my parents had fought him too. My gran thinks that's why the Lestranges and Crouch went after my parents. They wanted to find me but my parents wouldn't talk. They were crucioed too much. I hope she's wrong." He didn't know why he was telling her this, it was terribly depressing. He tried to change the subject to lighter things.
"I uh, I really like plants, and kids, I... I think I want to teach when I get older, maybe do some research for a few years first. Though I doubt I'd ever be good enough to teach here."
He looked down to her. "What about you? What should I know?"