With classes well under way, Lizzy was welcoming the regular hustle and bustle of the school. The library wasn't at its max capacity, but lessons were just beginning. She saw a lot of familiar faces, reaching out to help them when she could. Poor Hannah Abbott still looked like she was flustered, even for the first week under her belt.
Neville had sent her invitation for dinner, one she couldn't pass up. They had made sure to make time in between his classes to see each other, at least eating together in the Great Hall for one meal a day. But this was a bit more intimate, something Lizzy wouldn't argue.
She knocked on his door, rocking back on her heels as she waited for him to answer.