Harry's having the same thought. It has been weeks, and here Neville is, pestering him with plans they'd made as if no time has passed at all. Which apparently it hasn't. It takes some effort not to laugh at the thought of Ralph lounging around for weeks, waiting for Harry to emerge.
"Well, will you come?" Neville asks. "All stay for you."
"Then stay no longer," Harry says. "My cousin is somewhat jostled with his journey and does not wish to ride, so I will remain with him. Go!" he insists when Neville looks set to protest. "And it may be I will join you, but I would not spoil your sport with my delay."
"As it please you," Neville replies, looking himself distinctly displeased. He casts a last glance at Feuilly-- and a pointed one at Emilia-- and with another bow, turns away, calling out to someone as he goes, "He begs our pardon, he will not come--"
Harry looks to Feuilly. "We carried ourselves well, did we not?" he asks in an undertone.
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Date: 2015-07-20 11:25 pm (UTC)"Well, will you come?" Neville asks. "All stay for you."
"Then stay no longer," Harry says. "My cousin is somewhat jostled with his journey and does not wish to ride, so I will remain with him. Go!" he insists when Neville looks set to protest. "And it may be I will join you, but I would not spoil your sport with my delay."
"As it please you," Neville replies, looking himself distinctly displeased. He casts a last glance at Feuilly-- and a pointed one at Emilia-- and with another bow, turns away, calling out to someone as he goes, "He begs our pardon, he will not come--"
Harry looks to Feuilly. "We carried ourselves well, did we not?" he asks in an undertone.