Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom came up the center aisle, arm and arm and grinning into each other's eyes. Loyal Luna looked as devil-may-care as ever, even as her tastes in fancy dress had softened considerably since her own first wedding; as to how Neville was able to stand being a groomsman in the party of a man whom Harry was pretty sure the ex-DA General would still gladly deck, the Chosen One supposed that Hermione had talked him into it.