It was cold and Lilith would much better be in bed, all cuddled up in her blankets, with a hydrating mask on and some tea. She'd even paint her nails.

SIGH.

It was time for Herbology, though. Lilith made her way to class, her hands gloved in charmed leather gloves her dad had given her one Christmas. Lately, she liked to imagine it was his warmth that held her hands. It made some days easier than others.

Today they were greeted with hot cocoa. Taking a cup, Lilith went to a spot on her own. Inwardly she focused on being grateful her matte mauve lipstick was smudge resistant instead of the impending doom of the hooded people invading their class.