"God, you look well," Neville says in awe, staring up at Harry from his crouched spot by Nelly’s pram where he’s attempting to stuff her changing bag underneath the seat. Pansy looks around quickly, and with a subtle flick of her fingers, the bag reduces size by about three inches on every side and slides easily onto the tray. Neville sighs, wipes his hands on his thighs, and stands to offer Harry a half-hug. 