"Oh," Ernie said, lowering his wand. Well of course. It was due in this upcoming day. He had already owled Michael back about use of the potion, as he knew that they were due in for dreams sometime that day.
"I'm sorry," he added, in reference to both the intrusion as well as the fact that he knew what that suffering was like. "You're alright, though?" He asked, still knowing that one can never really, truly be alright after seeing what was seen in the memories.