[Oh, Merlin. Neville's shoulders bunch up and his face goes white, but despite the slight shaking that's probably made embarrassingly obvious by the fact that the video is coming from something balanced on his wrist, he manages to not let out the squeak that's lurking just beneath the surface.

He feels ludicrous. He's not afraid of physical pain anymore, not after last year, but the fact that Snape looks like he very much wants to choke the life out of him is terrifying. Like the Boggart from what feels like a thousand years ago coming to life right in front of him.]

I-- I'm not afraid of you, Professor. [Seemingly bolstered by his own words, and the fact that they hadn't come out at too high a pitch, Neville manages a nasty glare at the image of Snape hovering before him. He draws himself up, and the quaking ceases, at least for the time being.] The Carrows have been trying to shut me up all year, and it didn't work out for them, either.