Neville was just starting to feel better after the Halloween ordeal that he and Harry had shared. He'd gotten his appetite back, but it was his sleeping that had been troublesome as of late. The previous night's sleep was so deep out of necessity alone, he figured. It was the restless sleep that had him still looking exhausted when he entered the kitchen in search of some tea and something to eat that afternoon.
"Hey," he returned. "Better." It wasn't a lie. He did feel better than he had a few days before. He wasn't back to himself, unfortunately, but he was better. "Hungry?" he asked. "I was going to rustle up something to snack on."