Thankfully, Professor Kitridge offered to fix the poor first year's nose. Avalon was not confident in her healing skills. Last time she tried to heal a cut on her own arm with Episkey, she had only given herself a giant bruise instead.

The Ravenclaw tucked her hands in pockets as she rejoined the group, already feeling the chill. It was going to be a long couple of days. Luckily, they'd be starting with some warming charms, which Avalon very much appreciated. And she fondly remembered learning the bluebell flame spell in Charms. With a swish of her wand, she said the incantation firmly. "Flammae Caeruleum!" A small flame shot out of her wand and dance on top of the fallen snow, which began to liquefy almost immediately. Avalon relished the brief feeling of warmth before the cold of the snow extinguished the flame. She performed the spell again, this time on a piece of firewood, hovering over top of it to keep warm.