"No, no," Hazel shook her head, allowing Ernie to keep a hold of the vial, laying the hand he'd freed in her lap. She scooted near to him, because she could, because she wanted to. "I just... it's silly. I got news from my sister about some Muggleborns," her voice was so low, the word itself seemed a dangerous thing, "escaping into France and maybe being attacked and I thought one of them might have been Michelle. She was, I mean, she's my best mate."
Hazel wouldn't cry, not here, not in front of Ernie, but her eyes were shining all the same.