Hermione gazed briefly at the cardboard box of mismatched glass jars sitting between them on the seat. "Luna, can I have another jar? I gave mine to -" She paused not knowing how to finish the sentence. "sSomeone." She added bluntly, looking across at Ron nervously. He wasn't paying attention however, having been passed a box of Bertie Bott's every flavour beans from Neville.