Ian watched the goings on with the class. He had half expected they would continue the lesson as the professor answered, but the fiery trial was most likely about to occur. Why would someone light someone else on fire? In a greenhouse? All rather peculiar. Ian had been quiet and didn't have any desire to create ANY more ruckusses than he had done to this point in the term and so he sat there quietly.

He looked at the professor and shook his head disapprovingly. He didn't want to professor believing he was the firebug. He didn't know who the firebug was, but he wanted to be absolutely sure that the professor knew it was NOT Ian Tinker.