The moon hung low in the evening sky, pouring flakes of snow only to bundle as snowdrifts. A pristine landscape of white greeted those that lingered upon the windowsill of the Gryffindor common room.

The central hearth crackled with flames, casting a warm glow upon the scarlet and gold tapestries that adorned the space.

Amongst the few that nestled in the warmth of the room is Crookshanks, prowling around with his bushy tail swaying, and amber eyes roaming the area.