Well and good, then! Imagine if the NEW professor had broken teeth after the incident? Not that magic can’t fix things, but it wouldn’t be the kind of first impression he’d want to have with the new teacher either. With a sigh of relief, Ethan simply nodded and grinned at the blonde woman.

Opening his mouth to say something, Ethan held back as he watched the professor pull out something from her pocket, and grinned at her concern. “Thanks.” He said as he accepted the white, disposable cloth and pressed it against his wound. “Oh, this? It’s nothing.” He said shrugging. How many times did he get hurt by riding his skateboard? He lost count.

Ethan however, beamed with pride. “I’m Ethan Mordaunt, professor. Seventh year Slytherin.” Remember the name, okay? “…and yes, I still got a long way in terms of my spell work.” Of course he won’t settle for any mundane results with his magic. As much as possible, he’d want to have flair while he executes it. As of that day, he was still awkward with his wand work, given that he’s already 18.

The Slytherin chuckled as he shook his head. “This scratch is nothing compared to the broken bones I had before. I’m used to this, don’t worry.” He said as he picked up his skateboard, gave it a quick inspection for loose screws, and placed it back down on the paved ground. “Besides, I don’t want to worry my own Head of House over a small scratch.” If he remembers it correctly, Healer Murdoch had told him to be careful with his skateboard before ending his third year. He was sure she’d tell him things that only an overprotective mother will if she knew he got hurt. “Also, it would be a shame to pass up this beautiful morning, don’t you think? I'd rather be outside than inside the Hospital Wing” he said as he stepped on his skateboard and balanced himself on it, sliding the board from left to right with his feet. “How do you find Hogwarts so far?” he asked.