"Well. Brilliant." He frowned again, taking a sip of his drink in response to the toast. This was just...wrong. Very very wrong.
"Magical plants, but I might be able to work my magic on regular plants. Then, of course, I've got Charms skills, and Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Herbology, obviously. I'm rubbish at Transfiguration, and Divination- not too bad at Care of Magical Creatures, I suppose. But I'm not- I'm a pureblood." Neville didn't care about blood purity, but- "I've never even met a Muggle, until I suppose that nice girl behind the counter. How am I supposed to live among them without, you know- tipping them off?"