Neville thought that he might be better at dealing with fame if he'd sought it out. If he'd been a musician or an actor or someone who wanted to be plastered across every paper from here to Australia. He didn't, though. He hadn't asked for anything that had happened to him. He would have gladly traded his less than sweet past to anyone who might have wanted it. It made his stomach churn to think about it now.
He frowned when Andrew mentioned the papers writing about Evan. "That's annoying," he said. "Evan is his own person and yet gets labeled like he only exists to be Harry's brother." Harry was his best friend, and he loved him, but that didn't mean that he thought Evan should be 'Harry Potter's brother' for as long as he lived. "No," he said, shaking his head. "I probably should get one. Just to field the bullshit."
He nodded. "Most things I don't care about them writing. I don't mind if they put my business out there, but I don't like them putting Daisy's out there." He was worried that it would give her another reason to think that their relationship wasn't worth the trouble. "It's out there now, though. Can't really take it back."