Entry tags:

ernie macmillan, megan jones

Who: Ernie MacMillan and YOU.
What: Getting out of the house for a while.
When: Afternoon.
Where: London. Shopping area.
Rating: TBD.

His uncle, as it seemed, wasn't one for moping. He seemed to have enough respect for Ernie to leave him to his own affairs, knowing that he was having a hard time of it dealing with the loss of his mother, but even Ernie knew that that was only going to last for but so long. Before he knew it, he was being forced into clean clothing, shoved out of the house, and out onto the streets. "Go out and get some fresh air, kid," he'd heard as he gloomily stepped out onto the sidewalk, "It'll do you some good."

Hands shoving into the pockets of his jeans (while living in New Zealand, Ernie had learned to blend in with muggles well enough, as his job was right on location with one of their beaches), the former Hufflepuff slowly began to walk, his dark eyes looking toward nothing but the ground below him. Maybe it was good that he was getting out. Away from the dark room that he constantly hid in. No food, no socialization...just him, sitting on his bed, staring out the window with nothing more but pained memories running their way through his mind. It probably wasn't good for him, sitting around like that. And that was why he was here. Walking outside, taking in the sun. the cheerful people around him, and the life that he seemed to have missed while he was holed away for so long. Ernie found that he hated it all. Which was odd, considering that he was always a big fan of all of these things. He was usually very positive and upbeat. But now...well. If someone could even get a positive remark out of him, they'd probably have done it by work of magic or some other spectacular feat.

Before he knew it, Ernie found himself wandering through a shopping area. It wasn't anything that he really recognized, so Ernie blankly walked through the streets, eyes raising away from the pavement below him every so often to glance off at the windows, filled with items used to tempt those passing by. He didn't stop. He didn't look at any of the people. Instead, he kept walking, eyes glued to the ground, looking as gloomy as ever.