You had tea cupped in your hands, the cold of the castle had seemingly been forgotten after the battle. It was a welcome reminder though. You were in the returner dormitories. A place that the castle had miraculously conjured up when McGonagal was planning on calling those who felt like they hadn't gotten the most out of their education.

Neville was leaning back on the couch. The two of you had caught up pretty well, which wasn't exactly hard, since that feeling of comfort between you two returned pretty quickly. The fire crackled next to you, providing much appreciated warmth.