While he waited to be called, Ethan quickly, but silently, began wording all the spells he knew, in alphabetical order, of course. His eyes focused on a crack in one of the bricks on the wall across the room, and he had reached the T spells when his name was called. This irked something inside of him, but he was able to contain the urge to finish his list and stand. He nodded toward the witch that had called him, lifting his left hand in acknowledgement.
Was he nervous? Yes. That was a natural reaction, but he didn't feel inhibited by it. His brother had been more than a bit concerned about the idea of Ethan becoming a curse breaker, if he got the job, but doubt and pressure were things that the young man thrived on. He'd worked hard this past year to overcome his injury and he finally believed that his skill level would leave him qualified enough for the job. And if the employees at Gringotts didn't? Well---forget them! Who needed to work here, anyway? Ethan was sure there were hundreds of places that a skilled charm worker could be useful, he didn't need this job, especially if they believed they didn't need him---
--he needed to change his attitude.
"I'm Ethan," he said, hesitating a split second before lifting his arm to shake the witch's. He hoped it didn't feel awkward, but he kept his shoulders straight and a somewhat friendly smile on his face to help his cause.
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