After having practiced the wand movement and incantation many, many times - he lost count at thirty - Ethan had finally tried it for real under his rain cloud. He was determined to not got wet and, though he had somewhat surprised himself, he managed to keep dry performing the spell under the downpour. But what was the professor proposing now?

Yes, he was an older student - relatively - but had he really mastered the spell? Perhaps because he had practiced this beginner spell so much was why he was successful in the storm... he wasn't so sure he'd be able to weather a hurricane. His eyes flickered back and forth from the hut to the clouds trying to decide where he should stand. As he did, he noticed the ghost on the other side of the room, talking to some of the students.

Grey Lady? She was the Ravenclaw House ghost, wasn't she? "Sir Nicholas.." he called over to the ghost as that's what he heard a few others call him. "I've seen her... the Grey Lady, I mean. In my common room before class." Was she still there? He didn't know. But maybe that would at least point the ghost in the right direction if he was looking for her.

Turning his attention back to the class, Ethan decided he would not stand in the hut... even if that meant enduring a hurricane if his spell was not strong enough. He was a fifth year and he was going to act like it. Looking towards the professor, Ethan gave her a confident nod as he held out his wand. He was ready.