Neville poked his nose around the doorjamb. He'd tried to visit a few times, but she'd either been asleep or already with visitors every time. He was glad to see that he would actually finally get to see her.

"Care for a visitor?" he asked, coming into the room. He was carrying a small pot, in which there was a flower with all sorts of tendril-like leaves - more like a cross between a vine and a very tiny shrub, really - and a shimmery blue blossom.