Oh for hexing out loud, Ernie grumbled. Why the bloody hell did he have to have an attack of conscience now? Stupid. And really, why didn't he want to, Ernie was good looking. He was good at it, he thought. He enjoyed it at least. For a few moments, Ernie waited to see whether Zacharias would come back out of the bathroom. He sat on his bed, looking at their forgotten breakfast and telling himself not to eat anything off of the tray.
The seconds seemed to drag on, and finally when he had had enough he stood up, furious that he was still just sitting there. And you know what else? He was going to tell Zach exactly how rude that was. Without even giving it a second thought, Ernie went to the door and pulled it open. Who didn't close the door when they just rushed in there anyway? However, he wasn't sure how to take the image he saw when he actually looked in.
"Honestly," he snapped and closed the door behind him when he slipped inside.