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As they enter the apple orchard, Neville hears Harry, too, breathe in the scent. He can't resist pressing his mouth on Harry's blissful smile – and finds out Harry's already tasted the elvish wine.
Holding two goblets, Neville's hands itch to touch Harry, and he calls out impatiently, "Hello! Where are you? We got our welcome drinks and the task to find our hostess."
"Levitate mine here!" Luna's nestled up on a branch, glowing like another blossom.
"Is yours different because..." She's always been different, or...?
"No alcohol for the bud inside me!"
Giddy, Neville elbows Harry, who looks perplexed. "Congratulations!"