He needed to tune out EVERYONE. Sighing his annoyance, Ethan stood up from his spot, tucked his hands behind him and started to pace the in his little corner. Years ago, prior to Durmstrang, he lived a happy life with his mom. He could see his mother’s face so clearly inside his head as if he just said goodbye to her yesterday, but the memory did not, surprisingly, gave him the anchored feeling he needed to bring his patronus out.

He needed to go deeper.

Biting his lower lip, Ethan hung his head as he kept pacing around, searching for a particular memory that he knew would give him the right chills. Somehow, he felt like, he shouldn’t think too much about the happiest memory, but actually finding the right memory that will protect him for life. The patronus, he realized, would simply be his own happy memory personified, encased within a form of an animal.

With that thought in mind, Ethan stopped dead in his tracks as he blinked at the floor several times. The chill he had been waiting for finally came.

Mordred.

Ethan did not realize that he momentarily stopped breathing as his thoughts carried him back to that one time in Russia where he stayed with his cousin shortly after his mother’s death, and his step father’s disappearance. The Mordaunts, he knew, were a cold bunch. He was technically orphaned that time, and he still could not believe that his cousin, whom he initially didn’t get along with, came to his side and took him in without question. Ethan was quick to question the move however, but Mordred only had one answer: Family.

The word echoed in his mind like a loud gong being hit. The memory was further amplified as he remembered being hugged affectionately by his older cousin as he cried his eyes out, dampening his shirt. The love of his deceased mother was felt through a person whom he considers as the brother he never had.

Smiling, and finally looking up, Ethan looked around as he rolled his right shoulder. As he did so, he encased the memory in his brain, and mentally placed a force field around it to secure and anchor it within his head, and heart. Should he face a dementor or leithifold, he was sure that he’ll get the chance to survive. He knows that his memory was strong enough to get him through.