"Of course we can't just stare into each others eyes, love. That's why God invented snogging and the like. I suppose a party would be fun, though. Who's on the guest list, then? And what food are you going to serve? And oh, goodness, what do I wear?" She thought of the clothes she owned. Most were rather modest, and not really good for a party. She had formal robes, of course, but Neville wasn't hosting a ball. Ordinarily she wouldn't care very much, but she didn't want Neville to be embarrassed by her.