Ethan turned around, confronting several snarling little faces.
"Brats," Ethan said dismissively, "scram. I've got no time for your antics right now."
This incensed the group, who rolled up their sleeves to reveal arms with a hint of muscle.
"What did you say? Dare to follow me to the restroom?" the ringleader boy growled, like a little lion in a fury.
Without a word, Ethan slipped into the bathroom.
The group followed him in.
Seconds later, Ethan emerged from the restroom.
He nonchalantly shook the water from his hands, humming a tune as he entered the classroom.
When class time arrived, those boys came back with gloomy faces.
Their clothes were damp, a faint, lingering smell of urine around them.
The leader, eyes red and swollen, said to Professor Goodrian:
"Professor, I'd like to go home. I've got all wet."