Hermione laughed. "Of course not! She's what-- one hundred and ten... one hundred and fifteen or so? I meant later in life. Learn to accept a compliment sometime, would you?" She knew how modest Neville was. He was one of the most humble people she knew. "Let's say in fifty years or so we'll both go back to teach. I'd love to try my hand at teaching Arithmancy. Or Runes. Or Transfiguration. Or..." She stopped herself, remembering Neville's question.

"It's not so terrible, I suppose. They started letting me have a walk around the floor after hours-- you know, mainly during the night when the halls are near empty. The food though... it's god awful." She pulled a face at the thought. "But I do have a nice view, and I've had plenty of visitors, so I'm trying to keep a positive outlook..." She really was trying, even though she wasn't doing a very good job at that.