Howard's seen a lot of gross medical stuff, but even so, the entire reformation of Cedric's body is stomach-churning. And he doesn't know what to do for it, or how long it will last - he doesn't even know enough about what's going on to tell Cedric that it'll be okay soon, because for all he knows this is what happens when the potion goes wrong.

So he holds a hand over Cedric's paw, and then Cedric's hand, and rubs Cedric's back throughout as it morphs from furry to smooth.

"Shh, shh, it's okay." He resists the urge to just hug Cedric and squeeze him there, not knowing if maybe Cedric's bones are still forming again. "I'll get you a blanket, hold on. You okay?"

It's impossible to hide the concern in his voice.