Ingrid, Mrs. Longbottom's owl, dropped Jane two letters, at the breakfast table. One was from Jane's mother, and the other was from Mrs. Longbottoms. Since Mrs. Longbottom didn't normally write to her, Jane read her's first.
Dear Jane,
I know you're scared, but your mother really freaked out when she got your last letter. Remember, the only thing that she could possibly do about it is to wait until you come back for break and then never let you come back.
Sinceraly,
Mrs. Longbottom
Later that day, Jane showed the letter to Neville. "Don't take it personally. Sometimes my gran can be sensitive, but sometimes she can be very insensitive. You also might want to keep in mind she apparently had to deal with your mother freaking out but wasn't around when you were freaking out about it. She's seen you upset, but that day in the empty classroom was the most upset I've ever seen you."
"Well, good point, and she's probably right about the not letting me come back to Hogwarts possibility."
Jane was a fair flyer, and being up in the air was pretty cool. At the same time, Jane did get a little scared to fly too high, even though she knew that wizards and witches could heal physical injuries more easily than muggles. Quidditch was cool to watch, but she did not think that she would ever want to play it. Even watching it, she could not help but be worried that one of the players would get knocked off their broom by the big iron balls. She cringed when she saw Harry get hurt, although it was not too surprising.
Jane sat down to breakfast the next day. "Guys, get this," Ernie said, "Colin Creevey was petrified last night."
Jane picked up her plate, and went and sat next to Neville.
Later that day, Neville and Jane were approached in the hallway by the red-haired identical twins from Gryffindor, who Jane suspected were Weasley's. "Would either of you like to buy some protective charms," one of the twins asked?
"I think I do," Jane said.
"So would I," Neville said.
"Would you need one," Jane said. "You're a pureblood."
"Thanks, Neville," Jane said, "but would you need one. You're a pureblood."
"I was almost a squib," Neville said.
"How," Jane asked?
"I showed my first sign of magic surprisingly late."
Jane didn't get the logic. "Being a late bloomer isn't a bad thing," she said, wondering if her ability to talk to snakes would make her less likely to get attacked.