There was hesitation to enter the classroom when one Ethan Mordaunt finished cleaning his robe with the lint roller situated near the entrance. He had the option to drop lessons since he’s already a sixth year, but for some reason, he just can’t get Astronomy off of his list.

Weird.

And no Flamsteed? Ethan squinted his eyes, and carefully entered the classroom. The guy must have disillusioned himself like the Headmistress last term? Just to be on the safer side, the sixth year Slytherin situated himself at the back row and eyed everyone in front of him. Merlin. Lots of kids in the classroom, huh? The fair haired teenager’s sight shifted from the tiny heads before him to the blackboard up front.

Uh-huh. And…what’s up with the FULL name thing? Shrugging, Ethan got his quill and scribbled down his name, and once finished, tapped the parchment with his wand.

Fancy.