That still pulls a pleased smile out of Hermione, nodding. "I think that's wonderful - you'll be grand at it too, I'm sure."

And he'll be around a lot more, she realises, which means he will see her around a lot more too. She'd be lying if she didn't say that was exciting, because it was. Of course, before she manages to open her mouth and say anything at all, the door opens and in comes the whirlwind that is Alice Longbottom, dressed to the nines already and looking dashing and pleased to see them both.

"Ah, good, you've found each other!" the older woman declares, and then heads to her writing desk for Hermione's notes, which she left there last evening. "I've got to dash and convince McKinnon not to strangle her fiance, my dears, so I'll be leaving you unchaperoned - don't be naughty." Alice then laughs. "Or do - you're old enough now, I suppose. Although, just as means of discouragement, Auggie might drop by for tea any minute. Ta! Love you, Neville!"

And she's gone.