Ark had little reaction to the Headmaster's speech. It was underwhelming, if anything. Ark had got out of his seat and shuffled out the door with the other 3rd years. Ark made his way to an open area where he could easily take off, as it was generally easier to fly to the dorm than the walk there with a load of stuff at your sides. Ark took off his thick coat, stuffing it into one of his bags, allowing his wings to spread to full size. He walked up to the railing, and jumped off. His wings began to flap, and he began to fly towards the 3rd year building. 

Ark had not taken into account the harsh winds that blew at him. Cold. Terribly cold. This was all that ran through his head as he flew. Suddenly, the cold got to him, and his joints locked up. He was unable to control his flight. Ark blew in the wind like a kite, unable to control his own movement. The most he could do was angle himself to a safer location. He saw somewhere he could crash, it was a few piles of snow around a single door. As he got close, his his joints loosened up, allowing him to do little more than brace for impact. He drew his wings behind his back, and readied himself for a rough landing. Instead of just landing in the snow, he crashed threw the door, landing on top of an unfortunate girl who happened to be standing there (Ariadne). 

Ark was dazed. As he calmed down, he felt something soft underneath his hand. Oh. He just landed on top of a girl. At this point, Ark's normal life was over.