When Ernie smiled like that Hazel found she didn't really want to do much talking, but no closets sprang into being, and certainly no IS members ready to drive them into one.
With a little sigh and a smile, Hazel relaxed against Ernie, resting her head on his shoulder. Even the notably comfy couches in the Hufflepuff common room couldn't compete with Ernie Macmillan's shoulder.
"I think I'll take it back to her in the morning."