Zhenya had seen on the Slytherin notice board that the Charms class was going to be held on the Wooden Bridge. She had shrugged at the time, glad to be doing an outdoors class, but this morning it was hard leaving bed, and then leaving the comforting Great Hall after breakfast. It was so cold! The first breeze of cold air woke her right up, and she quickened her walk to a run, approaching the wooden bridge quicker and quicker until...

Warmth?

Ahh, it was lovely. And there was Professor Quigley. Oh rats, she hadn't brought an apple. Or... more than one or a barrel of apples. "Hello Professor," she said to him, noticing he was looking down at something?