Hazel steadied Ernie's hands around the mug with her own, her expression lapsing to one of incredulity at his words.
"That's not true, Ernie! You're the Head Boy. You're smart and honest and good."
She didn't want to ask him again, but she did anyway, waving her wand to summon something from her room again, this time a little kit for minor injuries.
"What happened?"
Carefully, she applied a little healing salve to a cloth and dabbed at the bruises on Ernie's face. Hazel's family was practical, and what she hadn't learned at school she'd picked up a little at home with her mother and father. Here was something she felt needed doing without asking.