Kiri sniffed. Where these sudden colds came from, she would never know. Just yesterday, she'd been completely healthy. She'd even taken her broom and joined the rest of the school on the Quidditch Pitch which was open... for... flying...

Perhaps not wearing a scarf hadn't been the smartest idea, now that she came to think of it.
The cold winter winds would turn your lungs inside out - and give you frostbites on your toes for good measure.

This time, however, Kiri was equipped more sensibly. Trudging down the path in the direction of Professor Lawson's hut, she wore heavy dragon-hide gloves (as instructed!), a large black robe fit for an Antarctic winter (old too, just in case today's creature turned out to be of the dangerous and/or fire-breathing variety) and a scarf (displaying Slytherin green and silver). That last item she'd slung around her neck three times.

"'ello, Professor," Kiri said, a little indistinctly through her stuffy nose, prodding one of the seats closer to the fire and sitting down.