After closing the journal before him, Ernie couldn't help but have the desire to visit Susan at that very moment. He was almost certain that she would be tending in the greenhouse, hard at work. That was something he was hoping though. Was it bad that he missed her every single moment as the days rolled by? He didn't think so, only hoping that she thought of him every once a while. However, Ernie couldn't help but remain jealous and highly upset about the situation that was thrusted before him. Knowing that he had every right to feel that way about it all, he honestly didn't feel the least bit bad the way that he approached Flint through journals. Anyone else would have appreciated the truthfulness of everything that he had stated that evening. In fact, someone like the quiddich playing troll had no right to be around a woman like Susan. It was his opinion, and nothing would make Ernie change his mind otherwise.
Nothing seemed to be going the way that he hoped, even with changing quite a bit in his life. However, it didn't seem as though Susan even lifted a head to even notice the significantly less hours that he had spent at work, the withdrawels occurred shortly after the official statement had been made. That was done for her. Only for her. Every chance that Ernie attempted to spend time with his ex-fiancee, and his best friend for basically all of his life, she seemed to be doing other things. Not having a clue on where her relationship stood with Marcus as a whole, or where it progressed to currently, he had almost expected the worse. It was difficult not to think such thoughts, but they were within his mind. Easily not accepting the new union or even making an attempt. That he was quite certain would never happen.
Did she even realize that she hadn't been herself lately? Susan had tried to taken up the art of lying and covering up for something that Ernie had thought she was ashamed of. He didn't enjoy any obvious changes, especially since he knew it was all because of Flint. A part of him had thought he had cursed or hexed her in someway, making a mental note to look out for any clues of the sort.
Apparating to a safe location near the apothecary, Ernie had pushed the door open. The welcoming bell was easy to hear as he searched for Susan automatically. Eyes checked every corner and aisle for the woman that occupied his thoughts. "Susan?" he called out finally, figuring that the quiet approach hadn't been successful as quick as he would have liked. Allowing his head to turn as he continued to look for her, he could only hope that everything between them worked out. Maybe it was a bit foolish to think they would get back together easily like previous times. Confidence had nipped him in the bud more then a couple of times in his life, but if he actually lost Susan to someone else, Ernie didn't know what he would do. To be honest, he didn't have the faintest idea if he would want to be around her if the worst happened.
He was in love with her. Didn't she see that through everything?