Cinnamon had about had it with this cold weather. Cold weather was old. Winter was only good for snowballs fights, snowman building and sledding. You can only do so much of that before that becomes boring.

She pulled her cloak tighter around her as she rounded the corner to the door. When she entered the classroom the first thing noticed was no professor. She was sure she was close by somewhere. So she went on and found a seat close to her friends. Waving to them.