Neville had conjured a camp bed and settled down next to the tom at the back of Greenhouse Three; it was warm enough, thanks to the fire ficuses—and anything was better than being somewhere expected, what with his gran having refused to leave Hogwarts after he'd refused to return home with her.
"There's work to be done. I have to stay," Neville murmured, glancing at the tom.
"Shadow" blinked in apparent disdain.
But sometime during the night, Neville awoke to a slightly sharp, ticklish kneading of paws as Shadow made do with the warm pillow that was Neville's robes-covered groin.
