Hazel shivered as she reached the lake. "Hello, Pr-prof-fessors," she said. It was a lot colder than she thought. She pulled her cloak towards her freezing skin and made her way over to the spot that seemed the warmest. She picked up a blanket and laid it down on her lap. Maybe she should've brought her fuzzy earmuffs. Yes, those would be helpful, wouldn't they? She promised herself that as soon as the class was over she'd sit by the fire in her common room. And maybe drink a nice warm glass of Apple cider? That sounded nice. But now she had a class to attend. She hoped it was going to be worth the chill.