So they were gonna do a race! AWESOME! But with this kind of weather? He knew he’d have his face frozen in no time. Not to worry though! Lily’s awesome with her hot air charm, so he’s going to be fine afterwards, yes? Yes. Ethan bounced a little as he listened to the next instruction of Professor Thompson, while the gears in his brain started to work. “If this is going to be a race, we have to go for the gray ones, yeah? They’re the fastest in the bunch.” He said as he leaned closer to Lily. Was she thinking the same thing? Hopefully, because she’s smarter and older than him. Mhm.

“Come on!” Ethan gestured Lily to follow him and claimed a Granian for themselves. “Hello there, Gray!” Not Grayson Whitlock, okay? He just decided to name the horse Gray because of its color. Nothing personal, Master of the Cloud. And of course, a pat and all that was in order, yeah? “I’m sorry about my hand. They’re cold and all. Bloody weather you got here.” He said as he extended a hand and patted the horse. Good horsie! Ethan approves! The Slytherin beamed and rubbed the horse further now with two hands. “I hope you’re not that cold, Gray. We have a race to win!” Ethan looked up at Lily and gave her a questioning look. “Can I steer Gray, Lily? I think you’re better with blasting stuff out of the way.” Again. Teamwork! He’s a snowboarder all right, and steering is as easy as pie…although not with a winged horse. Heh. “You have to wear the bridle now, buddy.” Because patting and rubbing was done, no? Clearing his throat and his mind, he pointed his wand just below Gray’s ear and traced a line up until the corner of its mouth. “Fixate!” And just like what Professor Thompson had done, the bridle was placed perfectly on Gray’s head.

“We're ready!” he said turning to his partner. Merlin, this boy is on fiiiiiyaaaaaaahhhh!