Harry was quiet for a long moment after he read what had happened. It was easy to say that things would get better when you believed that was true. It wouldn't mean anything to someone who didn't.
"Well, the last thing you should to is hang about in a tower full of open windows," he said, genuinely concerned. He tried to imagine what someone like Mrs. Weasley would advise in a case like this. She was the only incredibly comforting person he could think of that still existed. "We should have this conversation down in the kitchens. With tea. And something chocolate." Besides, the kitchens were close to Hufflepuff, and it was officially after curfew now.