"Anyway, I’m right as rain now. A few spells and Tricia had me back on my feet in just a few hours. A bit stiff, maybe, but I’ll be back to normal in a day or two." Hermione slid a glass of Muggle bourbon and coke over to Neville, who lifted it up and sniffed it cautiously. He tried it, smacked his lips together, smiled at the taste – took another sip.