It took a lot of will power for this kid to show up in Professor Botros’ class. He made a big booboo during his exam, and that he was going to regret it for life. Runes is one of his favourite subjects, so why in Hades’ lair did he fail to get a good grade? Acceptable...wasn’t acceptable to Ethan. Nope.

Dragging his feet all the way to the all too familiar classroom, the Slytherin stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the man by the door. “NoooooOoooooOOOooo...” Ethan squirmed on the spot as he kept his head bowed, and took...awkward steps towards the door. Wait, why was he there in the first place? Oh yeah...to learn...and IMPROVE.

Just a few more steps, Ethan literally inhaled some courage, as he snapped his head back in its normal position and greeted the aged Runes Master. “Professor Botros. Hi.” Awkwaaard! Ethan offered the old man a sheepish grin and allowed himself inside the classroom.

Okay, it was very different from the usual set-up, but he was more distracted with...himself being in Botros class. And because of that, he stood close to the door—just in case the old man decides that he cannot carry on Ancient Runes because of his poor performance in his exam. At least he was only a few steps away from the threshold to carry his cone of shame back to their dorm.