"That sounds good, though maybe we should head back here first? There is a duelling room in the basement that my parents built, I don't want to risk backlash from the ministry," Neville knew that this sort of thing would land him in hot water, but it wasn't the first time he had done this sort of thing after all.
Looking around at all the leaves that were on the floor, Neville pulled out his wand and banished them to the compost bin, they meres well be useful upon the end of their lives.
"There are going to be times when we all hate what we have to do. It is up to us to make the best of a bad situation," Neville had repeated that sentence many times in the past, one of the first times being when he was being held under the cruciatus curse whilst at school, taking the punishment of a first year student.