CHILTERN PARK.
Neville popped in, as planned, Friday. Once he managed to catch sight of Ron, made his way to the apothecary. At first, Nev tried to just play the interested customer, but since Chiltern Park is such a secluded magical village, it was easy to see he wasn't there entirely for business. Giving his companion a look, followed by a shrug, he decided it was best to be semi direct.
"I was just curious... I saw the news article about your robbery. I am very sorry to hear, I know potions like that take months of labor. But these scratches, that was sort of curious... are they still there?"