Lavender squinted at the door, hearing her name. That was Ernie. Or, you know, sounded like Ernie. Or was Ernie with a wand fixed to him to trick her to coming out. So, no she was not going to just tell him where she was because it might not be him and really she didn't need anymore of a reason beyond that.
Finally letting go of her shoes, she reached for her journal again. She flipped it back open to Michael's last comment. He had been at her flat before, but Ernie was the one looking for her. That was just weird. He might not even see it, but if he did and he wasn't dead, he would respond to her. To at least let someone know that she was still alive.