Here he was, standing in the middle of a corridor as he merely reached Hogwarts, hair and lashes covered in snowflakes. Néron wasn't known to be specifically lucky, but today had to be one of his unlucky days as he barely escaped the snowstorm that just started. His heavy steps echoed in the cold and empty hallway as he headed towards his common room, rubbing his hands together and burying his long nose into his scarf as he yearned for a bit of warmth.

Statilia could not help but sniffle as the cold previously got to him. He could only wait to stay close to the fireplace of his common room or simply the warmth of his bed. But perhaps his bedroom wouldn't warm him up as the untouched sheets of his bed were cold and he probably didn't have any roommate to chat with and brighten his already miserable day.

Despite the warm atmosphere of the upcoming holidays, the black-haired wizard just felt helplessly alone. Without anyone to celebrate or simply someone to spare him some kindness.