Neville sighed and rolled his eyes. "Because we're famous," he said as if he was saying something revolting. To him, it was. "I didn't do anything to be famous. It really makes me angry that they don't give a damn about me any other time, but the second that anything happens BOOM, I'm the "Boy who lived" all over again. Daisy didn't sign up for that crap. Now her life is on display for the whole magical world to see just because of me." It didn't matter that she'd done something not so good. Neville had forgive her for that. In part, he felt guilty for it himself. He was trying very hard to be a gentleman and there was a massive adjustment phase that had to be gone through. Not to mention Daisy's penchant for sabotaging herself.
"It just sucks," he sighed, brushing his hand through his hair in annoyance. The scar there at his forehead uncovered for just a brief moment before his hair fell back to shield it. "It's like people have to walk on eggshells around me or else they're going to be smeared in the news. I just want to be normal. How do you deal with it?"