Brrrrrr....that was a really cold wind chill running down her spine now.

How was it even possible that with all of her buttons closed, she was still feeling the wind getting through her jacket? It wasn't making any sense to her. Well, perhaps she should have put more layers on before she came outside, so that was probably a mistake on her part. Another question at hand would probably have been, why would she have chosen to be outside in this cold weather instead of up in the common room sitting by the warming fire?

Possibly more so for privacy.

Not really privacy per say, maybe it was just the fact of needing some concentration. She realized that she'd hadn't written a letter to her father in a few days & she knew he would probably be very upset with, maybe even cross. He must've been worrying sick from not hearing from her at all & she did feel rather terrible for not writing to him. So with a book to support her parchment & her quill at the ready, she began to think of numerous ways to write out her apology to her father.