Harry's eyes spotted something in the grass, the rest of the class were huddled into small groups, Gryffindors on one side and Slytherins on the other, him and Hermione stood closer to there fellow housemates but not quite included in the group, bending over to get a better look Harry could see that it was Neville's Rembererall. Quickly grabbing it, he slipped it into his pocket, this would give him the perfect excuse to talk to the boy again. Harry had really enjoyed the train ride and hated that just because of his sorting Neville was ignoring him, he knew that his house wasn't amazing, he wasn't deaf, he heard clearly what they said about him, those in his year were not as subtle as they thought and he had even overheard some of the older year talking about him, he suspected they had let him hear them rather than him sneaking up on them.