Ernie smiled at his friend, grateful that things would be back to normal, and redirected his attention back to the monument.
His eyes fell upon a name he had a story for. He had a story for at least a few. "Professor Lupin--," he said taking note of his former teacher's name but still feeling old habits kick in when it came to speaking his former teacher's name. It was like that for all of his former professors. "--I remembered that the second he brought a magical creature to class I was afraid he'd be like Lockhart and set pixies loose at some point. I'm glad that wasn't the case. I actually shouldn't have passed a paper towards the end of the term either, since I forgot to hand it in. He just let me know about it when I was leaving the Great Hall one day after lunch and marked it as if nothing happened at all. And you can't forget Neville's boggart..."