Ernie dodged the first hex, his slower start (no doubt a result of him having to get the last word in) making the move a bit sloppy, but he was ready for the second one and easily moved out of the way. He was normally pretty good at dealing with the moves they had been instructed on, it was only when Miles's originality came into play that things got truly complicated, but Miles kept him on his toes and he was grateful for it, after all, no heartless Death Eater was going to stick to the rules and attack using only a single technique or even a handful, no they were going to toss in every dark spell they knew.

"Classy, Stebbins, real classy," He said, attempting to fire back his own hex for the first time. "I'll mention that you need someone to wipe your own nose and to pat your back later to Jones, wouldn't want you to feel left out."