"My grandmother would probably pat me on the back and encourage me if she found out," Neville said, frowning to himself and trying to work out how he felt about that. "I don't -- she's not the people she spends her time with. Like June isn't her family, I guess. I just like her. She was nice to me in first-year, before we got Sorted."
He shoved his hands in his pockets and glanced into the forest, looking over the foliage nearest to them for anything interesting. "Maybe they're waiting until the holidays to spring a lecture on you."
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