"Nothing too dramatic," Harry grabbed a serving spoon, and started piling veg onto his own plate, "it doesn’t need to be. We don’t need to stand up in the middle of her class and start screaming about Voldemort," he glanced up at Ron’s slight choking noise, and waited to make sure the other’s airway was actually clear before continuing, "I mean little things, little things that make sure she knows that she’s not welcome," if anything, Hermione looked more confused, but she didn’t ask anything further, and instead started serving herself dinner.