Neville
"Goodness Neville are you alive?" Seamus asked.
"Not really." I groaned, I was late for Herbology but Merlin I didn't want to get out of bed.
"Well umm... you're gonna be late Neville."
"Who cares?"
"You're gonna get a detention and you know what that means..."
"I don't care, look at us Seamus, we're already as worn looking as the libraries copy of Quidditch Through the Ages we might as well die, it's not worth it, Harry might never come back." I said releasing the weak hold I had on hope.
Luna
I was so bored, so frustrated and so hopeless I wished the next Death Eater would come in and kill me.
Neville
I sighed. It was a good thing Professor Sprout liked me. Seamus had poked me until I had gotten up and dressed. He had needled me even more until I finally dragged myself to Herbology. Professor Sprout had very kindly not reported me to Amycus and Alecto. So here I sat.
The bell rang. I got up and made for the door.
"Longbottom, wait," a voice called from behind me. I turned wearily. Professor Sprout fixed her gaze on me and beckoned with a finger. I groaned inwardly and shuffled back to her. She put a hand on my shoulder.
"Are you all right, Longbottom?" she asked me gently. I nodded. "Yeah, I....I'm fine, Professor. I am. Really. I...." My voice trailed off of its own accord. She looked at me with pity in her eyes, but said nothing more. She nodded. "All right, dear. If you're sure." The second her back was turned, I left as fast as I could.
Luna
I stood up from the dark corner. Glad to stretch my legs for the first time in days, I hobbled around for a bit, getting the circulation back in my legs. I went over to our false window and tried to spot a Crumple-Horned Snorkack. I couldn't see one.
"Luna, my darling," came Uncle Ollivander's voice. I went over to him.
"Yes, Uncle?"
"You know young Mr. Potter, correct?"
What? "Yes, I do," I said. "Why?"
Uncle sighed. "Such a curious lad...curious..."
"Sorry," I said, "but what's curious?"
He sighed again. "So curious..."
I sighed. Uncle was sinking into another state of vagueness. I went back to the window and stared again out at the moon. The moon gave me hope. I know I'll see Neville again, I thought. I just know it!