Ernie stepped out of the floo with his nose in the air, smelling the wonderful scents of a home-cooked meal. Ernie loved to eat more than he loved to cook, and his stomach was definitely the path to his heart.
"Neville, it's me!" he called out so as not to frighten his friend. "Whatever you've got cooking, it smells delicious!"
![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
erniedtmac) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small}
finnigans_rpg,