Ernie frowned slightly, carefully setting down the french horn and reaching over to Hazel, taking her hand. Giving it a gentle squeeze, he smiled at her.
"I'm sure Michelle is fine, Hazel."
They were empty words, really, because he couldn't actually promise her that she was fine. For all he knew, she wasn't. For all he knew, none of their muggleborn friends were okay. And he hated not knowing it.
But he wanted to be reassuring, so he felt it best to try to be.
"Feeling awful about it won't make her any safer."