Neville listened, feeling terribly sorry for Dean as he spoke. He thought to himself that he was glad that he at least was Pureblood, and hadn't had to worry about being locked up or killed by the Minstry, and then he felt terribly guilty for thinking it.
"That sucks," he said matter-of-factly. There was no point in dancing around the issue. "But I know where you're coming from. Those Hufflepuff dormitories are nice enough, but half the time I wake up not knowing where I am. That kind of thing's no good for the nerves. I'm driving McGonagall batty, every time she pokes her head into the Gryffindor common room and sees me having a kip." He grinned. There was a funny side.