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AmbiguouslyMe 
If there was one thing Tiberius hated, it was going outside in winter when he'd rather stay wrapped up in blankets in the dorm. And if there was one thing Tiberius REALLY hated, it was layering and layering and layering to survive the cold and then walking into a sauna of a room and beginning to sweat under all those layers.
And so Tiberius? He was cranky. Walking into the greenhouse, he began to pull off layer after layer; mittens and then his dragonhide gloves, a scarf and then another scarf, two hats, his winter coat and a muggle sweatshirt.
There. Now he was down to just his uniform, a pile of clothes next to him. "Hello, professor," he said plainly as he took a seat, kicking his clothes beneath it.
It turned out that Kiri's cold had just got started in Care of Magical Creatures. By the time she was due in Herbology, she was sniffling constantly and trying to see through increasingly puffy eyes. She considered quickly returning to the castle and not attending, instead getting a potion or something from the Hospital Wing and curl up in front of the common room fire, but then she remembered that today's Herbology lesson was supposed to be an important one, and with a heavy sigh (which turned into an even more weighty cough), she stalked off in the direction of the greenhouses.
As she reached the path, Kiri noticed a figure trudging along a few metres in front of her. Most students were dressed appropriately for the season, but this one was wrapped up in so much clothing that he looked like a caricature. Kiri couldn't even tell who the person was until they entered the greenhouse. At which point, off came a hat... and another one... two scarves... two pair of gloves...
It was Tiberius? Closing the door behind her so that none of the humid warmth of the greenhouse could escape, Kiri wondered briefly if Tiberius was wearing two items of
everything.
She wandered over and sat down next to him. "Hello, Professor," she called out to Professor Bunbury who stood at the other end of the greenhouse, her normally immaculate hair looking slightly ruffled. "Hi," she greeted Tiberius next, removing her own scarf before immediately taking out another tissue. She was running dangerously low already. "Winter's terrible, isn't it..."