Lily watched Harry hold out his hand and the glass not 10 feet from him tip over. She frowned, her rational mind reminding her that Harry was drunk and had been attempting wandless magic to boot, but the back of her neck prickled as well, the knot of confused dread and anticipation in her stomach strengthened.
"I don't want drinks from you, luv." She placed her arm around his shoulders and held him close, backs turned to the rest of the room. Her voice was low and intense. "You do know, now, don't you? How we feel? How much I love you?"