The cold winter has come early this year, with snowflakes falling down the sky, beautifully glimmering. The landscape wasn't as coloured anymore; everything was now wearing a white coat of coldness. Eltanin almost blended in with the snow, his pale skin and platinum hair, almost as if he were himself made of snow.

The blonde walked back towards Hogwarts, the snow crunching underneath his steps as he hurried. His nose, now slightly red due to the cold, was buried in his dark woollen scarf, trying to hide himself from the harsh cold. Beaufoy almost slipped a few times, his hand clutching the bag on his shoulder, filled with supplies he needed for his classes.

He kept swearing under his breath, unhappy that he had to go out in this cold only for supplies when he could have stayed warm in the comfort of his own common room. After what seemed like an eternity, he reached the castle, walking through the corridors that were as cold as the snow he stepped on earlier.