Neville stood outside the door of the Great Hall. He'd managed to avoid it, making excuses, since he'd gotten to Hogwarts. He knew though, that he wouldn't have any excuse tonight.
He took a few deep breaths and tried to go inside but he just couldn't get the images from that night out of his head, the bodies of his friends, even of people he'd never known. The Weasley's huddled together crying over their lost brother and son, all of the families who'd lost the ones they loved. He'd never seen, and never again wanted to see, so much sadness and pain in one place.
He backed towards the wall to the right of the foreboding entryway and slid down, sitting with his arms wrapped around his knees, and ignoring any thoughts of what his grand might say if she saw him sitting on the ground in his dress robes. When he talked to Seamus he made it seem like he had just forgotten to ask someone, but really, he knew something like this would happen and didn't want to disappoint any date that he brought. He put his head down on his arms and tried to work up the courage to step through the doors.