It was difficult to not feel sorry for himself when every carriage he stepped past was fogged up and rocking from side to side. A sigh brushed past Seamus's lips as he stepped along the cobblestone, Winter air nipping at his cheeks.

Someone called his name from inside, and he glanced back to find you, his best friend.

"What are you doing out here all alone?"

He didn't want to tell you, not when he was ditched. He wouldn't be surprised if his date was in one of these coaches.