It was getting all kinds of difficult to go to classes. Did they still have a choice--was it ever a choice to begin with? Classes were those...compulsory things you found in schools. That had to be the only reason the Gryffindor dragged herself to the Charms Classroom. Her zeal for lessons had died with the arrival of the snow storm. Now all her energy was spent trying to find the right dungeon corridor to blow a giant hole through to start the tunneling process. They would NOT stay here. It was not an option, OKAY???

"Alright if I keep this, Sir?" She asked, gesturing to the blanket she'd walked in wrapped around her shoulder in. The corridors were freezing. She didn't reckon it was as bad as outside but this was her little solace. Hot air charm contained under the blanket made for a warm walk to class.

If it wasn't she'd stuff it in her bag and be done with but she'd ask first just in case.

"Also, hello." Because of manners and all.