"They're rigged? Tsk... that's no fun. But I guess I'll have to take your word for it." He kept his voice low as he watched people throwing pence and having it just bounce off the bowls and onto the wire racks.
He laughed though when Ari offered to win him a prize, his face lighting up a little. "Isn't it supposed to be the other way around... the bloke is supposed to win a prize for the girl he's with?" He raised an eyebrow, hoping he got that little tradition right as he seemed to be getting the muggle sayings all wrong lately.
"Really too bad you can't use magic..." he whispered to her before Abraxan barked abruptly. Neville looked to where the big dog was looking and saw a life-sized version of a plushie Abraxan as a prize. "Settle down boy, I don't think either of us are that good to win your twin."