"I like the place, don’t get me wrong," he said mildly. "It...it understands me. I get it – how to use it to the best of its ability. But..." His eyes lowered to the gold paisley tablecloth and his finger traced the patterns there, nail bed ingrained with dirt. "The school. Hogwarts. It’s hell now for any students who aren’t in Slytherin. And there are so many Death Eaters and senior Slytherin students patrolling that we can’t get the others out." There was stark horror on Neville’s face and Hermione’s throat choked up, and it was hard to swallow her next mouthful of bourbon and coke.