A few occasions when Hazel had been well and truly shaken - before this year at school, when it seemed she was more often terrified than not - her da had always put a spot of Welsh whisky in her tea, but somehow Hazel didn't think the house elves would have access to such things.
"This should do nicely," Hazel observed, and not wanting to let go of Ernie's hand, fished her wand from her pocket and levitated the tray the elves had brought. "D'you think we ought to Disillusion it, as well? Just in case?"