Ernie entered the common room, letting out a breath that he hadn't realized he'd even been holding. He was relieved, he supposed, to be in one of the few places in the castle that still felt a bit protected from the Carrows, but that didn't change the fact that he just felt tired. Too tired to pretend to do homework, either way.
He was about to make a beeline to the dormitories. It was early enough yet that he might manage to have the room to himself, and he could certainly do without having to listen to Zach or Wayne prattle on about nothing of consequence. Or the scared silence that was becoming all the more common.
Neither tended to be reassuring.
But Ernie spotted Hazel playing the french horn in the corner, and he had the sinking feeling that he had forgotten something. They'd never made any definite plans, but what did he know? He was pretty sure he didn't speak teenage girl.
So he headed over, dropping down on a chair next to where she was playing, angling himself toward her.
"Hullo, Hazel. I've forgotten about our French horn lesson, haven't I?"