Neville splutters into his pumpkin juice, and Hermione studiously avoids his eye, concentrating intently on her porridge. Luckily for her, Luna’s remark puts Neville right off the topic of Hermione’s love life, and she finishes her breakfast with no questions about the roses. The urge to look across the room at the Slytherin table nags away at her the entire meal, and it takes a degree of willpower to ignore it. A glimpse isn’t worth it, especially under such scrutiny.