"Dobby? I had no idea he was still there!" Hermione sagged in relief. "I'd be willing to chip in toward his wages. I'll bet he'd be good with Leila, too!"
Crookshanks chose this moment to emerge from beneath the tub. He was slightly dusty, and Hermione winced at how her poor cat had taken a direct hit. "Harry? I know you don't like him, but could you cast a scourgify on Crookshanks? I don't want to risk shaving him, or something..."
Her voice trailed off in embarrassment. Normally she wouldn't have cared, but if today was what her cousin's housekeeper had called a "Jonah day," she wasn't inclined to take the risk.