"Yeah? Seems like that'd get lonely, but I can understand the appeal there. Sometimes I think Quidditch might get more fun if people weren't watching it so much." Katie smiled, folding her arms as she leaned against the counter. She sipped at her iced pumpkin juice. Putting Neville at ease seemed important somehow. His eyes didn't look right, and she'd seen that look before, though she couldn't quite place where... until she thought of George. That look of fear wasn't so present in George's eyes, but the loss and pain... to pretend that they hadn't all been through things together was harder almost than to say something about it aloud. But if Neville needed it, Katie would help.

"You ought to come out with us sometime," she said impulsively. "Ginny and me, we go out a lot. And sometimes I see George, and I mean I see... really, I see a lot more of the Weasleys than anyone ought to."