 DADA Class 1
There was a brisk snap to the air in the unheated classroom as Tate set himself up at the desk in the front of the room and tightened the scarf still tied around his neck. Once the fire in the corner did its job, the room would be much more comfortable, and he would be able to remove the scarf and get his fingers working normally again.
The fireplace was surely enchanted, because it wasn't long before feeling returned to his hands and the room felt almost cheery with warmth. Almost. It was still a little nippy, but would surely warm through the class period. Tate flicked his wand at the door, letting it swing open to admit students to Defense Against the Dark Arts. |