Ernest (Ernie/Ern) Macmillan (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ernsthename) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} pandorarpg, |
He just wasn't sure how he would've taken it, but now he was here.
He still had difficulties coming to terms with the reason for his visit, and had decided to come early to let it sink in slowly. So much had been lost here, that he left and tried his best to not turn back--even though he was fairly sure that many of his decisions, attitudes and beliefs had come from his experiences at Hogwarts. He had wandered the expansive grounds for a little while that grey day, along the lake as they used to. He had eventually made it to the memorial to the Battle of Hogwarts that he stopped, as he realized that Justin was there when he approached. It was the second time he had seen it, but it reminded him exactly of what he had felt that day. That odd pang of guilt and relief that things were alright. Relief in that he was alive and his loved ones were alive. And guilt realizing that one was lucky to have ever made it through everything alive and mostly intact...when other people most obviously haven't or had suffered infathomable loss.
Ernie stood there for minutes, watching his friend, unsure of what to say himself. For a moment he wondered whether it would be more appropriate to leave Justin alone to his thoughts. But he did feel that something had to be said. Just to let his friend know that he was there, and that his intention was that he was going to be there as a friend; he wasn't one to cut anyone off over something so petty, after all. He thought about how to say it many times the previous day between trying his best to ensure that Zacharias wasn't going to destroy himself one way or another. But of course all that thinking was for naught as he didn't really know what he was going to say now. "Hi Justin," he said, still standing several feet away where he had stopped to watch.