Another cold winter day, and on the ground floor, opening its arched corridors to a square covered with snow. The blond's white strands swayed a little in the cold wind, and he hurriedly walked over the dark stone, wanting to climb the stairs to the transfiguration class as soon as possible.

He was tapping the heels of his patent black shoes on the stones. Christmas and the Yule Ball were less than a week away, and what annoyed him most was that all those who could make up his company had already been invited. He shoved his pale hands into his pockets, wanting to warm them a little from the mundane feeling of ice on his fingertips.

He almost reached the stairs, but was called out, which is why, rolling his eyes, he snorted under his breath, turning around and raising a thin eyebrow.