It was then Seamus realized how long it had been since he last saw Neville in here -- it was the night of the battle. Flashes of moments raced in his mind: Harry shielding Seamus and Hannah from a curse right from Voldemort's wand, angrily firing spells off at Ernie MacMillan's side, cheering raucously after Neville shouted, Dumbledore's Army!
Seamus sat back, realizing what it must have taken for Neville to set foot in here again. It had been difficult for many of them but Neville had been hit hard. Seamus put his hand on Neville shoulder, lending him strength.
"Don't put yourself through that, Nev," Seamus said quietly. "It's over and done with, you'll drive yourself crazy imagining everything from the battle. Look," he said, extending his hand around the room, "just supper. Hungry students and the four House tables. No curses. No..." Seamus wouldn't say bodies. He let his words trail off and his hand fall to his lap.