Wait, what? Ethan paused in his tracks and slowly turned towards the masked boy. Did he hear him right? The Slytherin can feel his face turn red. The boy’s choice of words did not help his situation at all. Ethan caught himself struggling as he chose his next words carefully. He did not want to start a fight. Not when he can’t think straight, his head full of confusion. Hands balled, and stuffed inside his trousers’ pockets, Ethan approached the boy carefully, his eyes giving him the looks.

“You might want to rephrase your question, mister.” He said as he looked from the blonde bloke, then to the girl on the ground. “First off, she’s not mine. Second, do not address her as if she’s an object. She’s a person.” Not that he was being chivalrous, but his thinking and principle are deeply rooted from past experiences. His eyes then shifted from Mr. Blondie to Ms. Spooked Girl. “At this point though, I don’t really care if you are flirting with her or not. Clearly, it’s not my business. Thanks for pointing it out.” Ethan stepped away and turned his back for the nth time.

Definitely, definitely not his night.