Ernie was sitting on his bed, surrounded by books and parchments of all kinds, the radio to the side playing something calming on the wireless. He'd read about a particular spell that wasn't new but was being used in new ways in Mozambique, and was trying his best to find information on it in British sources. So far, there was very little, but what he'd heard sounded too promising to ignore.
He was startled by the sound of Harry's voice and looked up immediately. "Oi, I'm home and I'm decent," he reassured his friend. "Come on over. Have you had dinner yet? I can make you something since I'll need to force myself to eat eventually."