James/Neville
James had dropped off Allison, and then had decided to get some food. Flying always made him feel better, and today wasn't any different. The game had pissed him off, but flying for no reason relaxed him, and so did talking to Allison. He didn't feel as bad now that she had assured that she wasn't upset.
Feeling slight more sociable, he started to walk around, and stopped when he saw Neville there. "Well, Professor," he said, grinning, "how are you enjoying the party? You probably would have enjoyed a real party more than Quidditch."