What cold weather? Psh. That kind of cold is the usual temperature back in his old school, so the boy wasn’t bothered at all. He did dress warmly of course, because getting sick was a no-no for him. On his way to the Black Lake, he jogged to where his classmates were assembled, but his eyes were on the winged horses. WINGED HORSES. FROZEN LAKE. Were they going to have a race over the frozen lake?

He turned to where two men were standing and greeted them. “Good day, Professor Thompson!...Hello…sir.” Ethan gave the CoMC professor a wave and the other man a nod. This was going to be his first time attending Charms, and he forgot to check who the other man was. Whoops.