Ethan watched as Cosgrach got something out of his pocket…and he was grinning like an idiot by now, seeing that the professor found it very useful, and it did make his mood better because he’s smiling. Or maybe because he’s back in his old dorm? Ethan was pretty sure that the visit brought fun memories to the man, making him forget about the cold for a while. “Oh yeah, it works!” Thoughtful? The Slytherin felt it wasn’t enough, to be honest, but Ethan felt elated because for once he felt he was being valued. “You’re welcome, ‘fessor. Anytime.” And yes, it was a promise.

Oh so they were getting gifts from the potions master for a job well done? Professor Culloden took the time to brew all of those, just to say thanks. That was just awesome. “Sweeeeeeet!” Ethan got his phial, and examined it. “This is not a Singing Suspension, yeah?” the fair-haired boy asked as he held up the bottle. “…if it isn’t, maybe you could teach me how to brew one. Show that rubbish paper that I can sing well, until I make my point.” What was he talking about? Oh. Yes. That paper called Aparecium smacking his face while running late for class. Have Cosgrach read that? Merlin. As the boy turned the phial, he realized that there was a note, tightly attached to its body. He took it off, and quietly read it. Ethan sheepishly smiled, scratched the back of his head and shot the man a glance. “Thanks for this, sir. Really.” He said almost in a whisper. “This’ll come in handy…evenifyour’renotaround.” He added as he nodded and studied the bottle again.

Can he hug him now? No? Okay.