It was already past curfew when Neville approached Harry, who sat curled up in a corner, nursing a butterbeer. The evening had gone better than expected. The purebloods had been fascinated by a muggle game called "Simon Swipe" where you had to memories colour-combinations of four buttons to be pressed or swiped or something else. All in all, it seemed to be great fun. Maybe he had done more about the consolidation of purebloods and muggleborn than anticipated. When his fellow Gryffindor approached, he looked up with a smile.