"Harry, have you heard about the witch in Tanzania growing a root that-"

"Neville- no offence, but I really don't care."

You nudged your brother and smiled up at Neville, who's eager smile had faded at Harry's words.

"Oh, ignore him, Neville. He's just fretting because of finals."

You stood up and tucked your arm into the crook of his, walking him away from your stressed brother toward another table in the library as you went on;

"Tell me about this root, I'd love to hear."