Neville & Hermione
Even if no one here should-- and he was certainly right about that-- plenty of them did. Although Neville could probably relate better than most. People had always been rather prescriptivist with him, even in spite of the fact that he managed his life just as well and as efficiently as she did, if not more so.
Staring at the case, Hermione frowned, considering it. It was... tempting, if she was honest. There was something about the feeling of simultaneous weight and weightlessness that she'd seemed to attain when in that headspace, each thought seeming to slip from her mind before she could properly grasp hold of it, forcing her to just... let go of her attempts. Not even her speech could outrun the pace that it demanded, and so there was no point in trying in the first place.
But here, at a party?
"Maybe better when it's just the two of us. I trust you, but..." Letting her gaze wander over the crowd, Hermione couldn't help but smile, thought the expression was far more wry than perhaps it should have been. "It might make me panic around some of them." And that was the last thing that anyone needed. "Besides, this way I can always re-do your spellwork on those transfigurations."