“Miss Lockhart, I know it is the beginning of the year, but do try to be on time to class. It will be five points from Gryffindor next time.” He had warned at the end of his lecture, if it weren’t the first day of classes he would have docked them this time, but he was feeling generous today before allowing the students to begin their work.

Ellsworth frowned at Somersby Fudge’s third attempt, watching the trickle of water from his wand. It appeared to be even less than his first attempt. “Try with a bit more wrist to it, hm.” Ellsworth suggested. Beside him Lydia Lockhart's wand did nothing. "Again, Miss Lockhart." He instructed.

The lack of mess of Prudence Browne’s table seemed to make her concentrate harder. The results, however, were not what Ellsworth had been hoping for. He almost wished he’d left the mess there as a loud bang sounded from her wand and the sludge like water burst forth in spurts one of which hit him squarely in the face. Ellsworth frowned as he wiped away the mess (which smelled rather of mud) with his robe sleeve. “Concentrate Miss Browne.” He growled out, taking the wand from her and muttering the counterspell. “If you don’t you may very well lose your house points.”