Ginny snorted a soft laugh at that, shaking her head. "Yeah, I'll bet he was, though maybe Freddie threw him off his game, made him a bit behind schedule on the start of term sales," she speculated.
The atmosphere between them seemed to shift then, and she furrowed her brows at him as he seemed to be thinking of something less light-hearted than they'd just been discussing. "Uh, Neville? What's going on?" she asked instead of answering his question, which had seemed to come out of nowhere. The Yule Ball had been so long ago, it felt like a lifetime ago even, and she couldn't help wondering what had stirred that memory up for him. "And just so you know, most of the boys were awkward and gangly back then." She hardly thought it was something he should feel self-conscious about. He'd hardly been alone in it.