"Harry your mum must be daft," Neville sat on the foot of Harry's bed, looking over the stack of books Lily had gotten on a visit to Diagon Alley. "Light reading? Is that what she said?" He was obviously very skeptical of this notion, his eyes resting on a particularly weighty volume about mushrooms and moss.
that brothersy au we talked about?
Actually, that sounded like a rather good book.