Neville took a seat across from the new man and reached in to his sweater to pull out his want. He tapped the tip to the cold coffee cup and steam slowly started to rise from it again. He couldn't do all magic wordlessly, but this was a spell he'd done more than he should probably need to, warming cups of tea that had been abandoned on his work bench when a particular plant got his attention.
"Should be better now." He offered, tucking the wand back away. "I'm Neville by the way." He had noticed the accent and did his best to speak clearly.