Luna danced around the room. Ron made a little mental memo never to give Luna Lovegood any form of alcohol. While it was highly amusing to watch her prance about, it also was acutely painful; even more painful then that one time Neville got drunk and nearly got pulverized by the whomping willow.

He made a snatch at her as she passed by his chair---and if he wasn't mistaken she was pretending she was a bee. Unfortunately he missed, overbalanced, and landed in a disgruntled heap. Luna---it appeared--- wasn't the only one who needed to lay-off the firewhisky.