Dobby’s enormous eyes widened impossibly further as he began shaking, then mended and cleaned the wreck of the feast and furnishings with a few flourishes of his knobby little hand. Hermione wanted to comment on the domestic magic, so unlike anything she’d seen before; or else castigate Malfoy for threatening the little servant who obviously idolized him; or even apologize for the mess she had no regrets about making, but regretted Dobby having to clean, nonetheless.