Neville & Hermione
Letting out a soft chuckle at his reasoning, Hermione moved to take a seat beside him, leaning her head against his shoulder. "You ask anyone here, they'll tell you that it's absolutely paramount that I keep drinking this. Gotta unwind somehow, right?"
Not that Hermione necessarily understood as much. After all, it wasn't like her personality had changed over the years. She'd always been like this. High-strung to the point of annoying people more often than not. A part of her wondered if it didn't have to do with the fact that they were almost just as high-strung as she was now, and thus she just managed to aggravate what little bit of sanity they still had left over.
So maybe she hadn't changed, but they all had. Well-- no. Not everyone. Neville hadn't changed.
Reaching over to take his beer, she took a long sip. "It is better, but it isn't nearly as strong as this is. How is your tolerance these days, Mr. Longbottom? If I give you mine, will I get to see you dancing on top of a table?"