[ There's a flash of amusement at his little act of rebellion, and Luna snorts an undignified laugh which makes one of the other dragonologists glance over — by the time they've looked at the pair, though, she's already hidden her expression behind the glass as she takes another long, slow sip. ]
Your secret's safe with me. I hear it'll put hair on your chest.
[ She's tiny; she doesn't have anything to prove in trying to keep up with him, so she doesn't. Having already started drinking before the other parties got here, too, that gentle tipsiness is already nipping at the edges of Luna's awareness — it makes her even looser and mellower, even more affectionate, smoothing the evening into a pleasant blur and simply dialing up her qualities. Where some drunks are loud and boisterous, Luna gets contentedly sleepy and giggly. When he mentions a distillery, her curiosity's immediately piqued again. ]
Do you all make your own moonshine, then? I tried to teach myself when I was just out of Hogwarts — I must have gotten the mash mixture wrong, though, because Neville was up all night vomiting after he tried it. Poor thing.
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Your secret's safe with me. I hear it'll put hair on your chest.
[ She's tiny; she doesn't have anything to prove in trying to keep up with him, so she doesn't. Having already started drinking before the other parties got here, too, that gentle tipsiness is already nipping at the edges of Luna's awareness — it makes her even looser and mellower, even more affectionate, smoothing the evening into a pleasant blur and simply dialing up her qualities. Where some drunks are loud and boisterous, Luna gets contentedly sleepy and giggly. When he mentions a distillery, her curiosity's immediately piqued again. ]
Do you all make your own moonshine, then? I tried to teach myself when I was just out of Hogwarts — I must have gotten the mash mixture wrong, though, because Neville was up all night vomiting after he tried it. Poor thing.