The snow beneath Cutty's feet crunched as he entered the classroom. He was already bundled, the dungeons being much colder than he felt necessary at the moment. In contrast the Transfiguration room almost felt warmer. Almost. But not quite.

He hunched forward and bundled himself tight looking every bit antisocial. "Hello, Professor Bellaire." He managed a greeting for the favoured and merciless one as he approached his cloud and gradually acclimated to the temperature and surroundings.