“Yessir!” Ethan replied, his cheeks still a bit red with embarrassment. Seriously, that was the first time it happened because...well, he’s always full. He’d usually go on a rampage with an empty stomach, but because it’s Professor Culloden, he can’t afford to be an insolent student. Nope. Never.

As soon as the door behind them closed, Ethan took his parchment and self-inking out and jotted down notes. LOL. Weight loss potion? Maybe he can brew this one and give it to Mordred’s fiancée. Maybe she needs to lose some weight before the big day, right? Or maybe not because she seems to be in perfect form...but...she’s a girl, and he will never know what goes on in her mind, let alone a woman about to get married.

Setting those thoughts aside, Ethan prepared his cauldron, beaker for his water, knives, thermomenter, and other tools that he may need in this potion. The Slytherin neatly placed his tools in front of him, giving each a good “Scourgify.” Next was the parsley. Getting three pinches from his tray, he chopped it carefully with his knife and placed it on one side. Measuring three cups of water with his beaker, the Slytherin poured it inside his cauldron, placed the thermometer in there too, and lit up his vessel. “Incendio...” ... “Fiyaaah.”

Merlin, he feels like Matthew Studdard. No wait. The name’s not Matthew Studdard, because if he remembered it correctly, it was a muggle woman who was superb in domestic stuff. Margie? Margaux? Martina? Great. His memory’s starting to get wonky with all the studying he’s been doing.

Ugh. Ethan sat back on his seat and watched his thermometer as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. Hmm. Any minute now...