So...this was it?

Lesson was over?

Beverly blinked in the cold, rubbing her nose with the back of her wand hand to warm it up. She wasn't complaining, no. The sooner out this cold the better, but...she had really expected more of a lesson. Stupid weather and stupid cold.

Shivering and teeth chattering, Beverly kept casting Ventus as she trekked along. Any first year or whomever could follow her path and be sure not to slip. She was good at Charms, 'kay. Reaching the doors the fourth year didn't hesitate to enter.

"Have a nice day, professor," she squeaked, still shuddering.

Bye cold. Bye losers. Hello warmth.