First off, he doesn’t get Astronomy at all from the get-go, and secondly…what exactly is going on? Ethan was not aware that he had left his seat and was now against the wall with his bag, taking notes about the day’s lesson, as well as the event that was continuously unfolding. Flamsteed has gone full-blast nutso that day, and he did prove himself to be dangerous, ergo, stay away from him at all cost.

And…WAR?! Right after locking two students inside a cabinet? And why was the professor having a dispute with a first year? Peter Pan? Wendy? MERLIN. Where is Simon when you need him?!

Quickly stuffing away his note-taking implements, Ethan brandished his wand and pointed at the food stand to retrieve a piece of meat. “Accio meat!” Zwoop. Uh…gross? What’s even grosser is that they have to make the food into puree form. “Francesco!” he momentarily felt sorry for any boy whose name’s Francesco. They will never hear the end of it.

Right. Target. “Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, take your pick.” He thought to himself as the pureed meat was dripping from his free hand. He aimed at one of the Ravenclaws and BOOM.

Miss.