Looking at the others, Neville played with his wand, shooting sparkles from it. He still seemed to revel in having a wand suitable for him. "I think you are wrong about my grandmother. Dad's mother is ... she's kind of overbearing, but ... I think she loves me and is scared for me. I need to be good, better than dad even, because ... well, because of ..." he gestured between Harry and himself. "But I doubt that she would have ever told me. I think I understand her a little better now, so, thank you."