The cell, like all the others, was moderately-sized. This was the only one to hold a cot within, however, and the thick blanket and rather limp pillow that lay atop it were more than Neville had expected. There was a small, shallow basin that held murky water on the floor and a round metal tub beside it, only just large enough for a person to sit in. He only gave himself a half second to process all this before his eyes went back to Luna, taking her in desperately. She was staring at him too, still shocked and frozen in place—his eyes met hers and the spell broke.