Yes. Yes. His eyes were starting to feel heavy…his breathing was starting to deepen. Merlin’s beard. Just one last question, and his brain can’t process it. He can’t come up with an ingredient anymore because hello Zzzs.

And just like everybody else, Ethan’s eyes were wide open because of the booming sound, and instinctively got his wand out from his arm. He’s jumpy because he’s at the brink of falling asleep, then remembering he can’t fall asleep and started to hallucinate, or the banging sound was the real deal. Before he could even yelp, the door crashed on the floor and…what in the holy name of Salazar Slytherin??! HOW…How can a troll find its way into the dungeons? WHO let it in? Questions, he’s got questions alright, but first things first. Stand up, and back away from the thing.

They must stun that ugly thing right there. But what if they can’t? “Think Mordaunt. Come on!” The potions classroom is connected to the potions laboratory, yes? They can escape through there if all else fail. “Slytherins! Stay behind me!” Or stay behind Gryffindors, if they like. Merlin’s beard. His first year as a prefect, and THIS??! And what…NO! “Gregoire! Aladdin! No…Gregoire! WHOEVER YOU ARE DO NOT ENGAGE THE---" Meep. Too late. “Get back here!” Ethan quickly dragged the hallucinating French kid behind him before the troll could even bang his club on the poor kid. And could Trolls talk? Now's not the time to ask such questions, missy. Everyone's in danger.

Now what? Ethan, now fully awake, stayed far from the ugly thing and waited for Culloden’s instruction. Was this part of Potions class? Were they to extract…Troll boogers for their next potion? Gross, but yeah…