Ethan just stood on his spot, clearly not knowing what to do next. The potion however, as expected, had lost its effect because soon after Cutty left them, he felt normal…and a bit confused. Why, did his cousin flee? And…Brooklyn. She wasn’t moving still.

The Slytherin kept his wand away as he sat next to the third year and procured the antidote from his pocket. Ethan was quite sure that his potion mix was a tad strong for such little frame. “Now, don’t be afraid. Remember, you drank the Fear Potion for our homework and to get rid of it, you have to take this.” He said as he pushed the vial of clear liquid towards the redhead. “Go on…”

Merlin. Playing with emotions IS a sin. Tsk.