"Yes, Neville owled me after he accepted the position. He and I had been owling every so often about the garden I asked him about in the spring. I'm so happy for him. He'll do a wonderful job," Hermione said, taking a bite of her potatoes; only to miss her mouth and have the glob of buttery potatoes land right on her shirt. Hermione groaned as she looked down at the mess on her boobs.