Ethan gave the professor a final salute just to acknowledge his greeting. Cool professor is cool, and he deserved the gesture. He...or rather they, didn’t wait long because the class began just a few minutes after he entered the room. Without any protest, the soon to be seventeen year old stood up and took the opportunity to do an epic stretch. It’s something that most of them can’t do while in class, yeah? He too rolled his shoulders, and relaxed the back of his neck by rolling his head clockwise.

Ah yes. Much better.

And...say what? Before he could even do another stretch, his chair was banished towards the farthest wall of the room, and that they were instructed to form a line and do...that stuff. Ethan eyed the professor who turned into his cat form and followed him all throughout the series of desks with his eyes. If Quigley thinks that he’d be trolling every single one of them in the room, he’s wrong. The Slytherin saw it as an opportunity to build up his stamina. So yes, thanks Professor Q!

Ethan went over the first desk, then down...then up again until he reached the last desk on the first row. He had to ignore the first years and little people who zoomed past him, and tried his best not to curse at their size advantage. He’d love to race with them lot, however, he doesn’t have the gusto of an eleven year old anymore. Sad, right? While doing the activity on the second row, Ethan slowly picked up his pace as he jumped over the table with his hand, and swung his legs to the side, and ducked and rolled underneath the second table. He did the same for the third row, up, down, up, down, up. As he reached the end, he placed both of his hands on his hips and looked over his shoulder. Heh. That was awesome. Stamina Level = +1, and no bruises and head bumps for this teen.