Nodding, Hazel relaxed a little against Ernie. What he'd said she'd certainly heard from Madame Pomfrey, who knew enough of Hazel's temperament to guess, at least, at what ailed her. Still, what girl wouldn't respond better to advice coming from a terribly handsome boy she'd recently kissed, as opposed to a woman who was old enough to be her mother and motherly besides?
"I just wish there was some way to know, some way to get a letter to her. Though that would probably make her less safe," she finished reasonably, tone rather more even than it had been when she'd admitted her worries to Ernie.
"How do you... how do you keep from worrying about Justin?" She asked timidly, catching Ernie's eyes. It didn't occur to her that just because Ernie was a boy would mean he didn't fret or imagine terrible things happening... Ernie wasn't that kind of boy.