Neville was unsure of what to do. Should he let his fellow gryffindor go and get themselves killed, or should he do something. He decided on the latter. He was going to do something, even if it killed him. Now was the next decision, should he try to stop them or join them? He wasn't the best spell caster, but he could probably be of use if there was plants involved. Who knows, he might make a good distraction. He decided he was going to help, even if it killed him. It wasn't everyday that the opportunity would arise.
He sat in the gryffindor common room waiting. The red and gold colors parading themselves around him. He was tired, but he certainly wasn't going to sleep. Soon enough he heard the sounds of two of his fellow students. He wondered where the third one was. They were almost always together. Did they split up?
"H-hey d-do you want help?" Neville asked when he saw Hermoine and Harry. The duo blinked and looked at each other, then looked back at him. Would they even allow him to help them? Would he just be an unwanted annoyance?
"Sure Neville," Harry eventually told him, after weighing all the options. Ron had after all decided to abandon them for some extra sleep.
"Neville are you sure you want to help us? We are going to be doing something dangerous," Hermoine told Neville. The boy had never felt so sure about something in his life.
"Y-yes I want to help," Neville told the two. There was no backing out now, he was going to do it. He was going to be useful. He was either going to make his grandmother very proud, or very disappointed. Either way he was going to do it.
The three said nothing as they headed down to the third corridor to face their destiny.