SPOILER!!: Ethan
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Originally Posted by
Mordred
What’s not to like? She’s beautiful!
Not that he’d say that out loud of course, he will definitely scare his new friend, yeah? Right. But...did she really see how uneasy he is right now? Warning bells rang in the boy’s head and commanded himself to stay calm...and cool. It’s not like something embarrassing was going to happen right? “I’m fIne.” Oh, good Merlin. Why did his voice have to make those squeaky sounds when she’s around? Ethan felt his blood rise up to his face. “I’m Okay.” Ahem. “Just looking for my friends. I don’t trust their cooking and they might set the kitchen on fire.” Lies of course. His Slytherin brethren were simply the best. He just had to play the cool card, so...sorry boys! But his voice though. MERLIN. “Sorry about this. Voice break.” He said as he pointed at his throat. No, he decided not to be ashamed of it. His voice breaking meant that he was maturing.
Hopefully.
Ethan can’t help but grin upon seeing his partner give him a small smile. See? Another reason for him to look at her. Her smile’s precious and all! The Slytherin looked away still grinning as he clapped his hands and looked at their workstation. Josette gave him his first instruction and got hold of the yeast. As soon as she added the water and sugar into their empty bowl, he added the tablespoon of yeast to the mixture. “One tablespoon of yeast, added.” Ethan grinned at his partner and waited with her for ten minutes.
Ten minutes. That’s a long time.
For Ethan at least. The Slytherin removed his wrist watch and placed it on top of their workstation so that he and Josette could keep track of the time. Well, time is important, no? Professor Cosgrach taught them that. “Well, at least you have experience in the kitchen somehow.” The Slytherin beamed at his partner. As long as his partner spent some time in the kitchen, histheir pizza is safe. Mhm. Anyway, she did mention about her father, and that he’s not allowed to cook back in their place? “You mentioned your dad. Why is he not allowed cooking?” And why is it her dad? Where is her mother? Ethan asked as he crossed his arms over their workstation and eyed their bowl of water, sugar, and yeast. Not bubbly yet.
If she had enough of a nerve, she would have gone on to ask him not to stare so since it was making her feel very uncomfortable. From what she could remember, no boy has ever stared at her like he had been before, so it was new to her. All she could think was if there was something on her face still. It had to be the only reason she could come up with. Josie looked at him surprised when she'd heard his voice...squeak as he'd answered her question from before if he was alright or not. As she was ready to say something more, he'd spoken & his voice had squeaked once more. She could see that he was embarrassed by it, since he was turning a very bright red. Apparently he was just looking for his friends in his state of looking ill & panic-stricken, for what reason she was very curious. She couldn't help but look around with him & ask softly,
"A-Are they..here?"
He was apologizing once more, but now for his voice breaking. From the looks of it, it didn't seem like it was his fault that it had happened, so why apologize for it? But still she couldn't help but say in a questionable tone,
"...I-It's alright?"
She couldn't help but smile again as he clapped his hands together grabbing hold of the yeast after she'd asked him. Very happy that he was going to help her, mainly. She could use all of the help she could get. Josette moved out of his way, allowing him to pour the tablespoon of yeast into the bowl & so that she didn't make him trip or anything. He smiled at her once more & her lips turned upward in a small smile as well as they began to wait for those long ten minutes to go by.
As she waited for those ten minutes to go by she made little marks in her parchment just to keep track of their progress so far. Just as she'd finished making her little marks, Ethan was removing his wrist watch & placing it atop their workstation. Well that would definitely be a lot easier for the both of them to keep track of the time. And from the looks of it, 3 minutes had already gone by. He spoke again & her attention looking towards him again.
"Only o-once though...But most of i-involved watching someone else do the baking mainly...I-I just added some chocolate c-chips..Don't know if it could r-really count as...experience.." Or maybe it could. Oh, drats, she'd messed up her wording. She shook her head quickly,
"-Sorry..I-I mean..My father..doesn't allow me to cook or bake..." That's what she meant. Mhm. Yes. Her blue eyes upon the yeast as she waited for it to rise, & then glanced at his wrist watch.
"F-Five minutes..