Harrison was here with note book in hand, no sign of being cold. To study something. He was always studying something. Just what was over all an interesting question.
Before he started, he wrote a few things down with in his note book. After completing a line. He would casually walk until he found a second of snow that piled up. Then upon looking at it. He would create a small ball of arcane about the size of marble. Left it in the palm of his hand and waited to see if what he theorized would happen before him now. If not he would record the results and see what he else he needed to consider doing to get his result.