"Yes, Daisy, I remember. And I appreciate the concern but you -" Harry stood, crossing the room in four long strides, and took the tray from Hermione. She really did look in danger of dropping it. Her scowl shifted, aimed at him now, but she relinquished the tray. Harry set the tray on the coffee table, not bothering to bite back a laugh as Ron immediately lurched forward, grabbing a Pumpkin Pasty and stuffing it directly in his mouth.