And that, apparently, was that. It would seem that their... *ahem* discussion over the chair was over, so Ethan did his best to turn his attention back to the letter. That was proving difficult, however, as the boy was presently all sorts of distracted. The fifth year had lost his train of thought with that letter having tried to finish it numerous times and his mind just wanted to focus on other things. Deciding just to finish it later, Ethan folded up the parchment and turned to put it in his messenger bag. As he did, a familiar face across the room caught his eye.

Was that Cora? The fifth year watched for a moment, wondering why the girl looked so sad. His gaze lingered on her for a moment until a voice on his other side caught his attention. Was that Elliot girl actually attempting a normal conversation with him?

"Yeah... I'm new..." he started, somewhat surprised. "I transferred here a few weeks ago from a school called Beauxbatons."

No sooner had he gotten those words out when a ghost drifted past his vision. A ghost?! That was... interesting. "There's a ghost in here," he mumbled to no one in particular, not really aware of saying at aloud. And, just because he felt himself staring at the spectral being, knowing it was rude to do so without speaking, he added a "Hello, Miss..." to the ghost. Because she was clearly a woman and clearly his elder.