Neville & Hermione
Hermione would be the last person to call herself the partying type, honestly. But this was... different. She hoped. It was the sort of thing, at any rate, that she assumed Neville wouldn't allow to turn into an all-out rager, not with their garden up here, too.
And... anyway, she could use a bit of unwinding, a bit of relaxation. At this point, countless of people had pointed as much out to her. And as far as she knew... maybe it would be nice to take a load off.
Neville had certainly done a fine job of making this place look... nice. Romantic, even, the lights giving it a lovely sort of atmosphere that would have existed even if it weren't for the music.
Finding Neville-- gravitating toward safety, some might call it-- Hermione did her best to take a slow sip of the firewhiskey she'd been handed by... someone. She'd been using straws almost exclusively to attempt not swallowing her increasingly annoying mandrake leaf, but this was... well, an exception. Still, drinks did certainly present a unique sort of challenge all its own. "Ugh-- still disgusting, isn't it? Do you know what's in this? Nothing healthy, I imagine."