Ernie had been sitting at the table in the common room since his last class of the day let out. Currently, he was hunched over his potions book, old essays held in one hand whilest his other hand scrawled messy notes on a spare piece of parchment he had out. He was near paniced about his potions NEWTs with their best teacher for it being locked up under mental evaluation. He heard the voice clearly, but with his thoughts focused on potions, he didn't recognize it right away.
"Busy? What does it look like!" He said in an exassperated tone before looking up to glare at the person who bothered him. He blinked when he saw Megan next to him and quickly through the quill down and smiled at her. He had been worried about her, she hadn't been looking okay since she fell ill and he couldn't remember the last time he saw her eat something. His first instinct was that she was going to lecture him for not being nice to Stan, but she didn't seem to look angry.
"I'm never too busy for you Meg, I thought you were a sixth year." He said softly pulling out the chair next to him for her without getting out of his own chair. "What can I do for you?"