A little huff of amusement escaped Dean as he glanced in Neville's direction. His view was rather ruined by the table between them, but he could see his friend's outline, the sharp cast of moonlight creating shadows deeper than they would normally seem.
"Yeah, she always was. I just think we didn't notice because she was the one who found stuff out and made all the classes hard," he added with a look of mild distaste.
Giving a deep breath Dean nodded at Neville's words. "Yeah, I know. Well, part of me does. I haven't been able to quite shake the feeling though," he explained. "My body got a bit, what's the word? Conditioned to it? All the running and hiding. Watching, waiting for someone to catch up with me and tell me I was going to prison because of something I can't help." He sounded rather annoyed in his last few words, his frustration at the belief in Pureblood superiority evident.