Hazel nodded her encouragement, her desire to laugh subsided somewhat.
"D'you hear how the pitch evened out a bit as you went on? That's much better."
A couple of fourth year girls were giggling in Hazel's stead across the room, and she blushed, partly because of their attention and partly because of Ernie's. She raised her brows at them as if to say, The Head Boy has got his lips on my French horn, which is much closer to snogging him than you'll ever get!