Harry nodded distractedly, "Yeah, yeah, sorry - I’ve gotten better at seeing them," Harry said quietly, "The dead, I mean. But, usually I’ve had a moment to prepare myself. He took me totally by surprise, sorry," seeing Dobby on his way back, two silver trays supported on the palm of each of his hands, Harry sat up straighter. One carried a pot of tea, a dish with sugar cubes, a small pitcher of milk, and two teacups, while the other the full of an array of sandwiches, cakes and biscuits.