So apparently the Sorting Hat saw it fit that he be placed into Ravenclaw. Ethan raised a speculative eyebrow to the revelation as he sauntered over to the table of blue and bronze. They were known as the swotty types, weren't they? And he certainly didn't think that neither he nor his step-brother who had just got sorted there before him fit that description.

The fifteen year old shrugged lightly as he approached and looked for an empty seat. He was sure there were other attributes to the house and besides, he didn't care much anyway - it had to be a cool house or the musty old hat would've put him somewhere else.

Sliding into an empty spot near people who seemed to about his age, Ethan glanced down one end of the table, looking for Dozer... or food. Yes, food first, brother second. He was hungryyy.