"You always know the right thing to say, Luna," Dean said, smiling at her and squeezing her hand back--though he had to squeeze with only two fingers. Of course, that was one of the main things he loved about her; even when she was talking about Crumple-Horned Snorkacks and nargles, she was perceptive and thoughtful. If he'd only known her in school, he might never have been able to find that out. So one good thing had come out of the war for him.
"Well, then," he continued, raising his champagne glass. "To Harry. He'd want us to have a good time."