Cris watched with dismay as the two first years were sent back to their dormitories. He hoped that they wouldn't get into too much trouble with their Head of House. The his attention was drawn to Professor Botros who was now instructing them to follow him down to the lake. Yes!! It was finally time for them to head on down to....
....the freezing cold outdoors.
Wrapping his robes closer around him, Cris held his torch up high and allowed the light from its flame to help him see where he was going. As his torch's flame continued to burn strong and bright, Cris wished that there was a way to transmit its warmth to the rest of his body. His fingers, were warmly protected by his dragon hide gloves, but his legs weren't....and neither was his face.
At the rate his nose was sniffling, Cris suspected nosicles would soon be appearing from his nose, but he still trudged on.
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A freezing cold drift sweep into the castle as soon as the doors open up. It's snowing outside, light snowflakes falling down and covering Hogwarts Grounds with an extra layer of white. It's not bothersome, you can easily see your way and walk without slipping or wading through. One thing you can't miss, though, is that it's COLD.
...and they weren't even outdoors until now!!
The freezing cold just ripped through his robes. How could it be so cold, Cris wondered to himself for the umteenth time. He lived in Norway, which was known to have colder winters than where he was now. But for some reason, this wintery cold was different. Unstrangely COLD!!.
With the aid of his torch, Cris looked above him. It was snowing...as expected, and the light snowflakes blanketed everywhere around him...and over him. Cris thanked the fates that the flame on his torch continued to burn strongly as he made his way down to the lake, keeping as close to the Professor as he possibly could. There was no way in heck, he was going to get left behind.