Ernie needed some time alone. He'd split his time between protecting those in the bunker and fighting the monsters in the city, which brought up a whole bunch of dark memories regarding the Wizarding War. Now, seeing the city in shambles, it reminded him so much of rebuilding his home only a few years ago. Still, he didn't want to bring anyone down so he set out to survey the damage and make a plan for where his magic would be of best use.
"Hello," he said to the man in front of the book shop. "Are you well?"