Professor Romanos was here and in a hurry and sniffling. Ew. Beverly was about to move onto a separate mat from Jeremiah's but it was too damn cold. So she was going to stay sat next to him. Pulling the Jeremiah's robe sleeves up, she took the floating parchment. Boyfriend's cloak was warm, but a little too big on her.

Glancing down at the parchment, a brow rose on its own. Skygge. They had briefly discussed this not too long ago. A shudder ran down her back as she read the article. Those things had been spotted more than several times. The sudden strange weather came to mind. Oh, hell no. If those things got near...they weren't getting her. Or her boyfriend. And that was THAT.

Oh. This article was from 2048. Okay, then. No need to get all riled up and ready to kick butt. Heh. Glancing up from the parchment, she raised her hand. She did remember stuff.

"The Cold Ones are a result of an experiment gone wrong in the Arctic. A potion that had been worked on seeped through the ice and when magical folk were laid to rest there the potion did something to them, thus creating the first Cold Ones." Pause. That was one fact. "Also, they have shields protecting them, making them some sort of difficult to destroy."