In silence, Zekke took down notes in his composition notebook as the class discussed ghosts and poltergeists. He shivered a little and hunkered down into his long wool coat as a gust of wind howled.

The Shrieking Shack had a peculiar feel to it and it made him edgy and unable to relax. It took a lot of willpower to not shift his weight around and look nervous, but inwardly, he felt like a Kneazle on a hot tin roof.