And now Ethan was in a foul mood. Mostly because of the face-full of dirt and dust he had just gotten when he was simply trying clean off the disgustingly dirty seat before he sat down.. and really, what kind of "lesson" was that too teach students anyway? If he didn't want to sit in filth, he shouldn't have to.. regardless of following some strict instruction to the letter without room for thought.

The dust tickling his nose, he lifted his arm to cover the impending sneeze. Achoo! He only hoped he didn't have a sneezing attack all the way through class like in DADA.. but he heard that had been some sort of prank or whatever.. and this was just because of the dust, he was sure. Good.. he didn't feel another one coming on just now. And he used his raised arm to wipe at his face, trying to get some of the dirt off.

But his mood was also related to the fact that they were apparently learning cleaning spells today. And this is the exact reason Ethan thought that NEWT students should not be in the same class as first years. He knew how to perform cleaning spells.. quite well in fact. Not to mention nearly everything this term had something to do with cleaning.. and he was growing tired of it. Even homework was really cleaning in disguise.. and now there was some sort of cleaning "club." He really had no problem cleaning up after himself, but he did not want to be tricked into cleaning. It just felt patronizing or something.

Whatever. He supposed he could still answer the question or participate or something, even if he wasn't in the best of moods right now. He half-listened as his classmates rattled off some basic cleaning spells, others thinking a little more creatively, and he raised a hand. "Wingardium Leviosa could be useful for putting things away.. especially those on a high shelf." Was that one already mentioned, he wasn't sure.. he was far too distracted by the dust creeping up his nose. No more sneezing.. please.