Neville jumped as he heard a familiar voice, he had been so absorbed in trying to levitate his stone he hadn't heard the footsteps approaching. "Hey Dean," he smiled at his friend, it had been a quiet few weeks since his parents funeral and other than his wife and father in law he hadn't seen many people, deciding to stay within the manors wards whilst his magic was non existent.
"It is going better than I thought it would be," Neville had struggled with the loss of his parents, but he had spent a lot of time at their graves and come to realise, with the help of Hannah and her Dad, that he was not to blame. "Congratulations by the way, Hannah tells me that little Artie is a handsome chap," Neville knew that the child wasn't Dean's but he also understood that it wouldn't matter. "How is everything now there are two little bundles of chaos?" He asked with a grin.