Something tells him that if they happen to try out their potion for homework, school’s going to flip over. Merlin’s beard. He imagined himself drinking it, then seeing his father first. Ethan wondered about the possible things he could say to that man. Shaking his head, the prefect got the small jar with the spider in it, and dumped the eight-legged creature into his cauldron.

Next was the crocodile tooth. One piece was tossed inside the cauldron, a grumble came after, then the second tooth was added. Ethan peeked…and waited for his potion to turn bright red.

The prefect squinted at the color, already hating the potion for some reason. Well, at least his potion’s correct, yes? He’d have to wait for a few more days to see if it turns a deep shade of blue though. Grabbing his self-inking quill and notebook, Ethan took down notes…and more side notes on the page. Reviewing what he wrote, Ethan wondered if their professor took a dose of Hate Potion. He looks tired…and fatigued at the moment. Hmmmm.

Shrugging, seeing that it is none of his business right now, Ethan collected all of his used utensils and containers, and began to clean them one by one. “Scourgify!” By the way, was Gregoire doing okay?