"My future plans? You couldn't call it a plan, but I know what I want to do," Neville said. He tossed them a book, Magical Plants of the Atlas Mountains. The author knelt on a mountainside, surrounded by a sea of stones, and blossoms like pink goblets.
"This bloke travels the world discovering new plants. Some never seen before – others that people have only heard of -- experts even. Herbologists from around the world trade their rarest stuff for his seeds."
"I'd love to travel. See my favorites in the wild. Find something really rare." He frowned. "I don't know if I can though."
"You will," Luna said. "I did. I searched for the Crumple-Horned Snorkack."
Neville smiled weakly.
"Trips like that are expensive," Ginny said.
"It's not money." He looked away. "It's my mum and dad. People don't understand. They think they do, but they don't. Mum and Dad are helpless. They frustrate the kindest people and not everyone is kind. You have to look after them even at St. Mungo's – check on them, ask questions. My gran does it, and it's work."
Neville turned to face Ginny. He was frowning. "They like my visits, and they don't have much to like. If I disappeared for a while, they'd forget. They'd be scared of me."
"We're all they have, me and Gran. And when she can't anymore; there's only me. It's the way it is."
"When you come back from school they know you. You could travel for the length of a term and they wouldn't forget you," Ginny said.
"Your gran wouldn't want to trust you with them for awhile. She likes to run things," Luna said.
Neville laughed. "That she does. I'll be fifty before she trusts me with them. Lots of time to go plant hunting."