Back inside the manor, cooped up in his own quarters, Neville waited anxiously for the first opportunity to see Luna. She was with Pansy still and he didn’t know if she had yet taken the Vow, as nobody had told him. Nor had he seen anyone else since reentering the manor. Except for the boy. He had gone to check on him and found him napping by one window, a pile of drawings at his feet. Not wanting to disturb or waken him, Neville had closed the door silently and left.