He floats off and everyone starts eating voraciously.

Oh hell yes.

When everyone has eaten as much as they can, the remains of the food fades from the plates, leaving them sparkling clean as before. A moment later the desserts appear. Blocks of ice cream in every flavor you can think of, apple pies, treacle tarts, chocolate eclairs and jam doughnuts, trifle, strawberries, jelly, rice pudding—

...

She's going to need a moment to process this.

The others aren't.

Okay moment over wow.

The conversation turns to families. "I'm half-and-half," says Seamus. "Me dad's a Muggle. Mom didn't tell him she was a witch 'til after they were married. Bit of a nasty shock for him."

The others laugh. "What about you, Neville?" asks Ron.

"Well, my gran brought me up and she's a witch," he explains, "but the family thought I was all-muggle for ages. My Great Uncle Algie kept trying to catch me off my guard and force some magic out of me—he pushed me off the end of Blackpool pier once, I nearly drowned—but nothing happened until I was eight. Great Uncle Algie came round for dinner, and he was hanging me out of an upstairs window by the ankles when my Great Auntie Enid offered him a meringue and he accidentally let go. But I bounced—all the way down the garden and into the road. They were all really pleased, Gran was crying, she was so happy. And you should have seen their faces when I got in here—they thought I might not be magic enough to come, you see. Great Uncle Algie was so pleased he bought me my toad."

"That's awful."

"It was scary at the time but it would be really bad if I wasn't a wizard."

"That doesn't justify it! I guess you could maybe make a case if doing those things made you magic, but they didn't, and there is no way dropping you out a window and almost drowning you are okay just because they couldn't wait for your letter to be sure. Your grandmother should never have let him near you after the pier incident."

He shrugs uncomfortably. "I was fine afterwards."

"I'm fine. That doesn't make what my relatives did to me okay."

"...what'd they do?"

"My aunt didn't get along with her sister very well. They--made it very clear to me from early on that I was an obligation, not a member of the family. More than that I don't really want to say right now."

"Oh. My Great Uncle and Auntie like me though."

"It's still not okay for them to risk your life."

"—oh, wizards are much more resistant to physical damage than muggles," he explains. "He wasn't in real danger in any of these situations."

"--But if they were doing it because they weren't sure he was a wizard--"

"I think squibs maybe are more resistant, too?"

"How sure are you."

"Not very," he admits.

"And even if it was never going to kill him, dangling children out of windows by their ankles is not okay."

"It's not," he agrees.