After jotting down more notes, Ethan tossed his things to the side, and got a sample of his base and placed it in a clean/scourgified vial. He had been meaning to use ‘Fear’ for his potion, and after reading the somewhat gross step, Ethan manned up and proceeded with the actual step.

Ew. Gross. YUCK.

The Slytherin gathered his mortar and pestle, scourgified it, and added a scoop of flies in it. He gave effort not to squirm as he pounded the crunchy flies, and as soon as he was done, he dumped it inside his cauldron. Fear, really? He was…well, more of disgusted.

Another question was posed by the Potions Master, but Ethan decided to concentrate on his creation more. He still was listening though, and took down more notes. Okay, so the antedote would be the base. Well, it is logical really, reverting the emotion back to what it was before consuming the tainted base. And seriously, it SHOULD be an antedote, what with the steps they had to do to get it right, right?

More answers were revealed, and Ethan compared the color indicated on the board to his…oh hello, WHITE potion. GOOD, because that means he got it RIGHT. The Slytherin immediately got two clean, empty vials, labelled them properly and filled it with his ‘Fear’ Potion. After screwing the last vial shut, Ethan got his wand and emptied the contents of his cauldron. “Evanesco.” He also turned to his left over ingredients, and vanished them as well. After that, he laid out all of his used utensils and potion material, and scourgified them with a clean sweep of his wand, “Scourgify.” Done and dooone!

Ethan started to pack his things up, and tossed all of the cleaned potions materials back to where it was placed in the work station.

Then…an explosion happened.

Ethan winced as he felt liquid land on the back of his right hand. The Slytherin was ready to panic BUT, Professor Culloden was quick to inform them that it’s harmless. Harmless. OKAY. Good. The sixth year turned around to see who was behind the exploded cauldron and…it was Dante. If the others were snorting at the poor lad, Ethan felt sympathetic. What if he’s really NOT gifted in Potions, could they blame him? Ethan kept a straight face as he turned to continue packing his things.

He stood up to drop off his sample on Culloden’s desk, and passed by behind Dante’s work station. He was near enough to hear the boy respond, and Ethan’s eyes drifted from the boy to the Potions Master. Pity. He felt pity towards Dante somehow. The older Slytherin reached out to the boy, and gave him an encouraging pat on the shoulder. He then looked up at Culloden, and gave the professor a small wave to say goodbye. With a last look at his fellow Slytherin, Ethan solemnly walked out of the classroom.