With a strand of red licorice hanging from his mouth, and Simon’s Cat Divination notes in both hands, Ethan walked the halls of Hogwarts without care, and chewed on the candy in his mouth. A part of him wanted to believe that cats can predict stuff, and the other half of him wants to ridicule it. The blond boy stopped in his tracks, looked around him, then back to Simon’s notes.

It was ridiculous, but interesting. The detective in him wanted to research more about the said Divination practice. Since he was alone in the corridor, he quickly got down on both knees and planted his forehead on the cold floor. “Hmm…interesting. I wonder why cats do this? I wonder what goes inside their brains…” he thought to himself and stayed in that position, trying to figure things out literally.