Neville felt his heart sink when she talked about Ernie and the possibility of his not waking up. He knew what that felt like - having someone you loved be alive but unable to communicate - and it pained him that there was now a third person he cared about that might be in St. Mungo's permenantly. He was about to say something about hope, and that Ernie had always been a bit stubborn, when she changed the subject. He sensed that she perhaps didn't want to talk about it. It didn't seem fair to press her.
"Yeah," he said, grimacing. "It was gross. I mean I know they're plants, and they don't have organs, or anything, but they do have faces." He shuddered. "I saved a couple of them, they're sitting in the sun in one of the old classrooms."