Nodding at Hermione, Lily looked off thoughtfully and fell quiet, frowning as she tried to piece together what precisely it was that was happening at her son's school, and thus, to her son. After what had happened when he'd been a baby she remained protective to a fault.

Neville looked around the room and frowned a touch, shifting in his chair and moving to stand. "Mrs. Potter I've got to get going, my Gran's ordered a book for me to pick up at the shop and if I forget it again she'll send a Howler, I'm sure of it." Not that his Gran was especially short-tempered, but that book had been sitting in that shop since last term, and she'd gotten enough owls about it telling her to come to pick it up.

Hermione looked at Neville and then down at her own notes, "actually Harry, I've got to get going too, Neville wait, I'll walk with you."

"See you all," he gave a little wave, Hermione beside him doing the same and headed out of the kitchen, showing himself out of the front door, determined not to forget the book again. Lily gave a little laugh once Neville had gone and looked back at the remaining children, pouring herself another cup of tea.

"You know if the Ministry's this involved you'll have to be more careful than careful Harry," Lily said finally, watching her son.