"You wound me, Harry," says Luna, but she sounds unimpressed. "Has it occurred to you, perhaps, that this party is actually amazing and that you’re the one who sucks?" Harry glares at her, and she ignores him. "Luckily for you, though, I have the perfect remedy!" She goes to stand in front of him and takes his face between her hands. "Oh look, what's that behind your ear?" She pulls a face of mock surprise, dances a hand in front of Harry's eyes and pulls a spliff out of thin air. Harry snorts.