Ethan could still feel the tight grip of his girlfriend's hand on his arm as he clutched his wand and turned his eyes towards Vinteren. But something was different, the Prefect thought in his panicked state. He wasn't keeping them at bay with his herd of hippogriff patronuses. No.. in fact the man seemed much more nervous than the calm and collect he had displayed the last time he had seen him stand up to the creatures. And this only served to increase the panicky feeling rising up in the Prefect's chest.

A pained expression fell over his face hearing the scream again.. this one not as distant as the others filtering through his mind, his memories growing dark.. and he clung onto Minerva as she jumped back onto his lap, his green eyes landing on the nearest dementor as it reached out its scabby hand towards them. He desperately tried to hold onto happy thoughts.. the Lake.. the Garden.. as he reached his wand out towards it. He had to protect the girl on his lap..

A movement caught his eye, however, and he glanced up at the silvery hippogriff above him, thankful for his Professor's protection. But recent experience told him that the more patronuses, the better.. especially now that there were more of them. Ethan kept focusing on that one small light of happiness in the cloud of darkness and panic in his mind, until he felt it grew enough to be effective. The Lake.. first kiss.. dancing at the fundraiser.. "Expecto Patronum!" His silvery badger leapt from his wand towards the nearest dementor as he tried desperately to keep holding on to his happy memories.