"I could eat," Hermione confirmed, eyes following Neville across the kitchen. It would be a lie to say that Hermione wasn't concerned. With Harry it was different. Half the time Hermione wasn't sure Harry knew what was going on with himself or others. Neville wasn't like that, though. He took things close to heart, no matter what they were. The Halloween, Hermione knew, had been a spectacular mess this year, but even without that, she was sure the date wasn't the easiest for Neville. It pleased her that at least he acknowledged that things weren't always great.
Shifting in her seat, Hermione pulled the mug closer, taking a sip of her tea. "What counts as better?" She asked. "On a scale from one to ten, where one is a touch of sniffles and ten is death?" Hopefully, Hermione hoped it was closer to the lower numbers than death. Especially since even the smallest of absences by Neville would most likely end up with hundreds of dead plants in the house. Hermione only really knew how to water them, and even then she sometimes got told off by Neville for giving the plants too much water. Plants, Hermione thought, were rather finicky.