Momd over matter, mind over matter, mind over matter, Sarah kept on repeating to herself in her head. you are not cold, you are not cold she thought as well. It seemed to be working as although Sarah's fingers had a purplish tinge she was not feeling cold (nor could she feel her fingers). Her cheeks were numb as well so it was hard for her to force a smile, yet that smile came naturally as she walked in and saw the professor dancing.

"Hi Professor. Having a great day, Professor?" she chirped. "Thank you for smiling, by the way. The warmth of a persons smile not only mellts the frostness of ones heart yet also the room". That was the most normal thing to say. She had finally caved into her fathers constant reminders over owl post to start wearing spencers already, as it was cold enough. Yet it was not before he threatened to send her a howler did Sarah acede to his request. She was warm in every part of her body except her nose, ears, fingers and toes - not feeling them anyway it did not make a idfference yet she had to spend time fumbling with the delinter as her fingers were too numb. On days like these she wished she had extra fat reserves - for insulation. She wanted to join in the dance yet had to sit down as her feet were hurting her - trying to fit feet encased with 3 pairs of socks in a pair of shoes intended for Sarah's narrow feet was a painful experience.

She wondered what they were doing that day. She looked aorund and noticed that those dreadful romour was true and the telescopes were gone Sarah wondered if they would spend that lesson making more. That would be cool