The wind picked up and all of a sudden the window closed. Unfortunately, Simon had been standing way too close to the window. The closing window nearly got his nose when it slammed shut. He felt a burning sensation in both of his cheeks as if the icy wind had cut it. In the reflection of the window, he could see a drop of blood rolling down his cheek. "Ouch," he said, wincing as he tenderly touched his cheek to see if he was alright. Wiping the blood away, He took a couple steps away from the window to avoid getting another cut.

He turned a blue-eyed gaze towards the balloons just in time to the balloons wiz around and then plummet into the icy abyss outside. "Merlin," he said. This possibly couldn't be normal weather, now could it? There had to be something else... Simon's eyebrows raised when Airey told them that class was over and that something else was at work here. Still listening, Simon headed back to his desk and began packing his things. "Professor, I'll definitely be at the library to help out," he said with a nod. Holmes and Watson would be on the case.