Too cold. Waaaaayyy too cold. Pulling her grey sweater further across her small frame and shivering a bit, the redhead made her way down the hill and towards the greenhouse. It wasn't normally this cold at the beginning of term. Now the girl was glad her hair fell JUST too short to put up in a ponytail. The warmth on her neck was good.

"Pretty cold out today." Please tell her that they were going inside. Because if they had to work outside, her fingers were going to freeze. And the freckled faced girl kind of liked her fingers. They were useful for playing with her shoulder length hair and grabbing stuff. And for hitting people --mainly Spencer-- and for turning the pages of books. Yes, fingers were important.

"Hello... Professor." She was shivering. Small people got cold faster. Common fact. And the reason that the thin girl was obsessed with sweaters. The twelve year old huddled with the others outside of the greenhouse, trying to breathe warm breath into her small hands.