"Oh, thought you had one." Neville wasn't sure why he'd thought Seamus had a spider, he figured he must have been thinking of someone else, maybe it was Dean. "Ron would probably at least attempt to kill you, he'd probably miss though, gets a bit shakey 'round anything with eight legs. And I'm not sure anyone would want to go anywhere near your dirty mags, revenge or not."
Neville could tell dinner was fast approaching when the dishes appeared in front of them. When he first looked down Neville could have sworn he saw the Sword of Gryffindor laying next to his plate, coated in red, blood. He quickly closed his eyes and when he opened them again it was gone. It's over, he mentally barraded himself. repeating it countless times.
Taking a shakey breath he turned back to Seamus. "So...uh, how're...things?"