He decidedly did not feel guilty about what he had done to Ronald Bloody Weasley; no matter how much his friends felt he ought to be. They didn’t even know what he had done, and he supposed Ron wasn’t walking around telling anyone about his misfortune. Neville smiled to himself, and stared into the fire. It wasn’t just embarrassment and Hermione that kept the arsehole from attending any family events. He was likely terrified of Neville, as he fucking should be.