Being the Prefect, especially the only female in an all-boys' school, wasn't all peaches and cream, you had dealt with a lot for a year and a half, multiple overblots, etc. It was winter and you were cold as fuck, on the plus side, the snow was pretty, but Crowley wouldn't buy you any coat, making you curse the Headmaster/Headsage silently in your head for leaving you all cold.

Currently, you were walking in the halls, shivering your ass off, when Professor Divus Crewel noticed you in the hall. The science and potionology teacher could see his poor 'pup' shiver and couldn't let you freeze. The lucky bastard had the money to have warm coats while you froze your ass off. Crewel approached you from behind, wrapping his coat around you and keeping you warm. You weirdly felt like a baby bird or animal being sheltered by its parent.

Crewel mentally cursed Crowley for leaving you cold and without a coat to wear. He promised himself to buy you a coat after school, but if not he would try to keep you warm and just hope that Crolwey doesn't be a cheapskate and add heating crystals to the school to not have the halls be freezing.

"Is that better, Pup?"