The winter was cold, and it got the best of Alan. The poor wizard was stuck in his bed with a runny nose. He had a light fever, and his throat felt awfully sore, making him spend most days in bed while his friends got out in the snow.

For most of the day, he stayed in the comfort of his own bed, his mousy brown hair barely peaking out the covers. Unfortunately, he couldn't stay in bed all day, his stomach growled in hunger as he skipped lunch. Quietly, he got off his bed, his feet touching the cold hard floor as he dragged them to his slippers. The wizard only put on his fluffy slippers and a comfortable jumper to head to the kitchen of the cold castle.

As Corbett got to the kitchens, with no house elves in sight, he quietly searched for something easy to munch on that his sore throat would allow. He felt a bit sheepish as he realised that unless he cooked, he couldn't find something good to eat. He decided to set up for a piece of bread, ready to drag himself out of the kitchens until someone walked in.

"Don't mind me, I'm just passing by." Alan said bashfully as he held the small piece of bread, feeling underdressed in his pyjamas.