Mentally, Harry agreed, even if he remembered somewhat ashamed how they had treated Neville in their first year. In hindsight, that had been little better than bullying. He weaved a silencing ward over Blaise and Luna, who now lay curled up on the bench beside him. Blaise, again with his head in Harry's lap, reading a book. Luna cushioned by his upper arm, fast asleep. Harry had enlarged the bench to make it more comfortable.