George hurriedly set down his cup and cleared his throat. "Oh... right! Neville, you weren't wrong. The attractions we wanted to try really did have a lot of people lining up!"
"What's wrong with you all?" Luna noticed something and blinked. "I can see lots of Wrackspurts around you."
Before she had even finished speaking, Harry and the others raised their cups almost at the same time.
However, they merely brought their cups to their lips, with no intention of taking a proper drink. They only used the chance to exchange glances.
They had thought of using binoculars to observe from afar, thus avoiding detection by Wizet and Luna, but they had forgotten that Luna possessed this magical talent.
While Neville had been lamenting, they too had produced Wrackspurts because of what had happened that afternoon.
If they put themselves in Luna's shoes and looked around, they would probably have found this scene suspicious as well.
Just like...
They had all raised their cups in unison.
At that thought, they set their cups down almost simultaneously, only to realize that everyone else was doing something similar. Their synchronized movements froze once again.
It had to be said that, after all this back and forth, their movements had grown increasingly coordinated. They were just a little too conspicuous.
Fortunately, Basque appeared at just the right moment. As Harry and the others raised and lowered their cups, he brought over rosemary garlic roast lamb leg.
Not only did that help conceal their movements, it also gave them time to think.
As members of M.S.C., having spent so much time with Luna, they were able to understand the various meanings behind the "Wrackspurts" she mentioned.
"Well..." George had a flash of inspiration and drained his drink in one gulp. "We were just thinking