Hermione's attentions napped to the doorway and her face brightened instantly upon recognising her visitor. "Neville, oh it's-- I'm so glad it's you," she said with a sad sort of smile, setting her knitting project down on her lap as she waved him over.

Her gaze fell on that plant, and she gasped. "Goodness, that's absolutely beautiful. You've got a gift for this sorta thing, you know?"