Neville had been relieved to see a familiar face, especially with how anxious he was feeling. He’d heard Ron had been found alive, but nothing more, nor had he spoken to the ginger since Voldemort’s fall. He regretted not checking in earlier. He seemed different. “Yeah, that’s ‘im!” He perked up in hope, surprise, grateful Ron had remembered, only to look distressed again a moment later. “Oh. Okay. That’s alrigh’, Ron. Well, if you see ‘im…” He trailed off, figuring the man would know exactly what to do.
At the mention of Ginny, he hummed for a while in thought. He swore he’d seen her earlier on, but all thoughts had been swallowed in his panic to find Trevor. “Uh, I’m not sure. No. I mean I did, yeah. But I don’t remember where. Are you, um - are you okay, Ron? It’s really good to see you, mate, y’know. I can’t believe it, really.” His initial reaction had been to give his old roommate a hug, but the other man didn’t seem all that approachable anymore. It devastated him.
“Yeah. Yeah sure.” Before, at Hogwarts, Ron would have made a sarcastic remark about how flighty Neville’s pet was, before offering to help find him. But now, at risk of sounding like a selfish prat, he couldn’t bring himself to care enough. Not that he didn’t want Trevor to be found, he just lacked the the energy to help search.
“Can you try and remember where?” Ron didn’t want to press for answers, but he felt uncomfortable without her by his side. He’d already suffered through losing her once, and it was the worst period of his life. He hadn’t even been able to eat. “Fine, mate.” Obviously a lie, but the only person he’d be opening up to was Harry. Ron would try to find him after he’d located his little sister. “Uh… you?” He’d almost forgotten to ask. Which wasn’t right, Neville had been a close friend, once.
