The invitation was a welcome one. Hazel left her knitting on the table, wishing she knew a Charm that could keep one of the boys from unraveling it, but hoping that seeing her go off with the Head Boy would keep them from doing so.
"Yes," she said firmly, confirming that her wand was in her pocket as though she expected something beyond biscuits and tea awaited them in the corridors. It didn't seem an unreasonable fear, to Hazel.
Still, she would have Ernie with her. A tickle of pleasure joined the storm of anxiety that would normally have overwhelmed her.