Harveston is just about the prettiest place to be in the wintertime. The gabled roofs hold the snow in perfect formation, the streets are clean, yet busy with townsfolk. Children are bundled as much as they can, while still frolicking in the parks. The sun is still shining bright, making the snow sparkle like magic has dusted over it. Warm fires burn in every hearth, and sometimes in the streets and communal fire pits. Celebration is in full bloom, with banners and songs around every corner. You couldn’t be happier that Epel, the new freshman from Pomfiore, invited you to come with a few others. All of them are happy as can be in this place. Sebek is constantly asking about everything, Jade is observing the local customs, even Idia the recluse is building a snowman in the corner. All are content.

Except Jamil, Scarabia’s reclusive vice-housewarden. He stands alone, watching all the action unfold. He leans against the brick walls of a bakery, arms crossed over his chest. His normally fit figure is puffed with layer upon layer of bundling. And yet he still looks cold. You knew Scarabia and his home of the Scalding Sands was always warm, so it does make sense. He’s slightly shivering and occasionally blowing into his mittens and pressing them against his cheeks to try and warm them. He’s muttering something, but you can’t tell what, as puffs of breath obscure his lips.