Knowing that they did have a plan to get at the Dark Lord made Neville lean forwards toward Hermione, which made the crate squeak again. He could scarcely hear it though, above the pounding of his pulse in his ears. He'd have to tell the DA everything. The truth behind the 'retirements' at Hogwarts, that V-V-Voldemort's attacks would increase, and that Hogwarts would still be safe.
He rubbed at the back of his neck, willing the stress and the worry away. "I think if there's much else I need to tell them, I'd have to start taking notes." He had a hint of a smile then, an acknowledgment of his legendarily bad memory. "But we'll be alright, I think. As long as you're sure what you need to do, I'll make sure we do what's required of us."