Sophie did not budge. Panicking now, Ethan hooked his fingers in between the crack he made and tried his best to chip off a huge block off of Sophie, but as soon as Toby came, the Ravenclaw reacted and freed herself. Good. Good. The Slytherin prefect moved away to give the Hufflepuff space, sat on the floor and exhaled his panic. That was pretty close.

Then Tobias happened. He understood fully why he’s upset. He’d be mad too if it was Josie. He may have been worse than the Hufflepuff, really. Ethan reached out to the older boy and squeezed his shoulder. He wanted to comfort the guy, but he’s got no words. No words for now. The Slytherin looked up from where he was sitting to see Culloden, distressed. At least he was safe, and that the Troll was gone. What made the boy’s heart sink was when he ducked points from his Snakes. Ethan pressed his eyes with his palms, controlling the anger that was starting to build up. Of ALL people, really. It HAD to be Cutty…AGAIN. First was with Kyroh, and now this?

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Ethan stood up and looked down at the two, still on the floor. The boy who used to call Durmstrang his school, knew all too well what it’s like to be soaking wet and cold. It was a good thing Jasmine came to the scene. “Sophie needs to change clothes now. She’ll get colds if she doesn’t.” he said turning to the female Ravenclaw prefect, she's perfect for the job being the only other girl in the group. He too removed his own school robe and offered it to Toby. “Here, this should help keep her warm.” He can’t conjure a blanket, so it was the least he could do.

He turned around to leave, but then he heard Gregoire address him. He was back being…himself? “Oh so you’ve snapped out of it!” he said sarcastically, no trace of a smile whatsoever. “…you really had to wait for a professor to get a decent amount of points off of Slytherin to drop the act. How nice of you.” The Slytherin prefect felt embarrassed and ashamed because it felt like he also failed his fellow housemates. Then…Cutty. Oh he knows things. He saw what happened, but he wasn’t going to rat him out just yet. And he wanted to have a word? “Yes,” he said as he approached the dark-haired Mordaunt. “…we should talk.” Once again, Ethan’s friendly disposition was gone. His Mordaunt side was starting to show. Giving his cousin a stink-eye, the Slytherin prefect got what was left of his things, and walked out of the classroom.

Why…why does the DRAMA have to be in Potions Class AGAIN? It was just lecture, for Merlin’s sake!