And if Harry thought it couldn’t have been worse? Well, Neville chose that moment to stumble upon them. Where did he even come from?! "Hermione!" He cried, ambling over quickly in that clumsy way of his that Harry was endeared to, truly. But now was really a terrible time.  "I’ve been looking for you to tell you —Peeves was listening to a conversation Ron and I were having earlier. He was saying something about a —" Harry was shaking his head so hard his neck hurt, trying to signal Neville to turn back. Run. Save his skin. 