Ernie Macmillan (macmillane) wrote in desolated, |
A mess. That's what Ernie Macmillan looked like, at that same moment. He had just got back from his lovely trip in Brazil, but the bad part wasn't over yet. The blonde had been gone for almost two months, and already everything was different.
No, he did not like this at all. The unshaved facial hair showed what a hard time he went through. Using Muggle planes wasn't as fast as just appearing out of no where. He hadn't slept in days. Bathed? Of course, but not effectively. He had no time to shave his face or put on the right clothes.
The twenty-three year old dragged himself toward the Leaky Cauldron to get a drink. His blue eyes stared downward as he walked in, the tiny bell indicating that Ernie had just entered.
"Uh... I just want some water, please?"
He took out his money and sat down yawning loudly, the locks of blonde hair cascading a bit over his eyes as he tried to keep awake. Ernie was unaware of Mandy being the same room as him, then again; you couldn't blame him. He was a tired wreak.