Hermione groaned. "Neville," she warned, coaxing him back into his seat with a cutting glare of her own. "He didn't fight in France, but he did serve his country. He - " She grimaced, toying with the glass between her fingertips as she grasped for the words. "My grandparents," she explained. "They're French – the Grangers – and my father was chosen to stay in the city and interpret messages from or to the enemy. He didn't fight, that's true," Hermione admitted. "But he did serve."