Neville sipped his iced tea, the cool liquid helping to cool his body; hot from the mid-summer afternoon sun. Three generations of Potters, Weasleys and Malfoys were scattered amongst the gardens. He sat and enjoyed the view from a little table under the awning by the flowers. It wasn’t abnormal for Neville to visit Harry and Draco between work and other engagements, but since his divorce he had a difficult time socializing with people who didn’t understand what he had gone through. So he often sat alone, contemplating things that would turn his childhood friend’s heads.