Neville grew still, "You thought I'd be a teacher? I never thought I'd be a teacher there, but the more I think about it more it feels right," and as she mentioned Harry's name, Neville's face fell and he looked down at his hands, frowning.
"He was the best one I had, one of the very best. It's hard, you know?" he said, looking up at her, "When everyone else has forgotten him, I won't. We shared a similar fate," he said, looking at her, wondering if she knew about his parents. They were still in St. Mungo's, still visited by he and his Gran weekly.