Ernie frowned slightly, letting her tug him over to the couch where he sat down, studying her face for a moment. If anyone else in the common room had noticed them, or was wondering about it at all, he didn't notice. Nor did he care. He was just focused on the adorable girl in front of him who was entirely too upset. He didn't like it at all.
He noticed the bottle in her hand, and he took it from her hand gently, looking at it. "A sleeping draught?" he asked quietly, looking back up at her. "Hazel...are you-are you okay? You don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to, and if you just want to take this and go to bed, I understand..."