Merlin. The drama that was going on is just too much for Ethan. He rolled his eyes—which was rare, by the way and continued with his potion. Seriously. Why does the drama have to happen in Potions all the time? Why? This is supposed to be a serious subject…well it was back in his old school, but Merlin. This class is just…hmm. Too distracting. Filtering out the noise, Ethan commanded his brain to only hear and absorb the potions master’s instructions. He will leave the classroom in a while with new information, and nothing else.

So. Back to his potion. Bright white? The Slytherin squinted at the sight of his mixture and added the glumbumble parts, then stirred his concoction five times clockwise. Done? Done.

Then he got half of the Fwooper voice chords, added it to his potion and waved his wand elegantly. Nose up in the air and all, mimicking his cousin.

The Slytherin however, scrunched up his nose as he got a waft of something burning. A cauldron, perhaps? Ethan didn’t mind and continued with his potion. He got his Doxy Venom and added a drop to his mixture. He watched as it produced a smoke, and while he was waiting for it to dissipate, he cleaned all of his tools and took down notes. He too, cannot wait for this class to be over. Drama and Potions don’t mix well. At all, actually. As soon as the vapour vanished, he waved his wand again.

At this point, Ethan wasn’t as enthusiastic compared to earlier. Potions is his favourite subject, and some people just got the natural talent to ruin things. Ruin this class for him. Last step. Finally. The Slytherin dropped the frog leg into his potion and opened his mouth to say a motivational quote or inspirational person to his concoction. He closed it again and eyed his cauldron sadly. Ruined potions class, and remembering two of the people he hold most dear. He sighed and leaned closer to his cauldron and whispered: “Aldred Ames Mordaunt.” His dad. Ethan didn’t even bother looking into his cauldron to check if it had a gray color and got his quill and notebook instead to write down additional notes from Professor Cosgrach.

As soon as he was done writing everything down, he placed all of his things inside his satchel and cleaned his workstation. Satisfied, he got up from his seat and gave a tired and probably sad wave to the potions master. “Thanks, Professor.” And off he went to his next class.