Evan Rosier
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Snow has frosted the castle, and most students have made their way into the warmth of Hogwarts to escape the icy wind, yet still you find yourself outside. A boy stands tall, leaned against a stone pillar. Despite the cold, he doesn’t look to be freezing. He doesn’t seem to notice you as he stares down to the great lake, blowing cigarette smoke through his nose, deep in thought