Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Pg 455

She did not seem to want to speak, or perhaps she was not able to, but she made timid motions towards Neville, holding something in her outstretched hand.   'Again?' said Mrs Longbottom, sounding slightly weary. 'Very well, Alive dear, very well - Neville, take it, whatever it is.'   But Neville had already stretched out his hand, into which his mother dropped an empty Drooble's Best Blowing Gum wrapper.    'Very nice, dear,' said Neville's grandmother in a falsely cheery voice, patting his mother on the shoulder.   But Neville said quietly, 'Thanks, Mum.'   His mother tottered away, back up the ward, humming to herself. Neville looked around at the others, his expression defiant, as though daring them to laugh, but Harry did not think he'd ever found anything less funny in his life.