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Ethan had sat back on his armchair, hands in steeple position underneath his chin, his eyes sloooooooowly closing. Merlin. Those bacon sandwiches and crepes were so good, and it wasn’t helping his laziness. He needs to stay up for the rest of the night because he still got Muggle Studies and History of Magic stuff to do.
He’s just glad that one Simon Holden was cleaning up their mess because he really can’t keep his eyes open.
…
What in the name of FOOD was that? WHO is SHOUTING??! Why, of all time would this person SHOUT when he’s about to NAP?!
REALLY! The nerve—Oh. OOOH! IT’S GRAYSON AND HE’S GOT FREE FOOD!
THIS. This woke up one Ethan Sherlock Holmes. Sniff sniff. “As long as it’s free, my friend. I’m up for it!” Then a pause. “What’s it made of?” Because you know…ahem. He needs to know that tiny bit of information.
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