While the rest of the table seemed to talk loudly and laughingly of the sites of Godric’s Hollow, Pansy found that she and Captain Potter were drawn into a more private discussion. He was quiet, but not shy, and they soon had a pleasant conversation about Muggle poetry, of all things, and the beginnings of what she would consider a charming acquaintance. At one point, she thought she felt Neville’s hazel eyes upon her in the candlelight, but when she glanced his way, he was turned away from her.