Hannah beamed at him. "Really?" She didn't know what to say, so she kissed him quickly, and then stood up. "Accio parchment!" A stack of parchment flew into her hands from somewhere or other. "Accio bag! Accio quills!" Within a few minutes, she had set herself up at Neville's coffee table with a calligraphy quill and a stack of parchment. "Alright... what should the invitations say? 'You are cordially invited'... no... hmmm..."