Ethan was just about to get a proper reading...which was...way below freezing point by the way, when he heard the howling wind. Not good. The Slytherin was about to say that the activity wasn't a good idea when he suddenly felt his right cheek burn...then the window slammed shut on him. The device too was gone because he had to let go and back off. So sorry about that 'fessor.

The boy touched his cheek and winced at the pain. Merlin, was he bleeding? He probably was. Ethan got back to his seat and started to pack his things when Flamsteed mentioned that something else was at work here. Oh maaaan. He and Simon were right all along. This is not just nature. While packing though, Ethan had his mind on Flamsteed's words...him and Botros working out on something. Well...it sounds fun, because INVESTIGATION. The Slytherin glanced at Simon and gave him a nod. "I'll help too, Professor." Because why not? Again, INVESTIGATION. DETECTIVE STUFF, YEAH? Yeah. Woooohoo! Ahem. Anyway. It was time to go...so. "See you around, Professor." Ethan got up and walked towards the door. "C'mon Watson!" he called out to Simon. They've got stuff to discuss. Mhm.