Neville moved around the shop, finding the various things Katie asked for on autopilot while he mentally composed an owl to Ginny. His current draft included several uses of the word 'help', in all capital letters. Possibly with some underlines. He was pleased that he'd potentially made a new friend, but wished he could take back the carnival offer - he suspected that that wasn't the wisest choice for his first major outing in years, but didn't see a good way to get out of it. And he couldn't help hoping that it might go better than he feared.

He paused when he was reaching for the dittany. "Dictamnus albus or Origanum dictamnus?" he asked.