Oh-- well, not really. I started here, but I moved in with some friends. [Neville gives him a small, embarrassed smile in return and sidles the rest of the way into the room. He has wisely chosen not to comment on the fact that Will's expression is faintly disturbing, in a kind of sad and awkward way, instead letting his fingers trail instinctively towards the arm that had been burned and then thoroughly manhandled by Snape. He picks at the fabric of his sleeve, fidgeting.]

Got my arm healed quite quickly. It wasn't that bad, I've had worse. [People keep telling him to stop saying that.] Erm, thank you. By the way.

[His lips twist slightly, and he's trying not to eye the bacon but he's totally eyeing the bacon for a good chunk of time before he manages to shake his head resolutely to clear it, still hovering awkwardly near the doorway.] And... sorry. I don't, I'm not normally like that. [Except he's been constantly like that on the Network where all the Death Eaters lurk and taunt him.] Do you work there? At the school? [Because that's the handiest explanation for being there during the fire.

But seriously never let Barty near your home.]