Opening the shop door and letting in a vast amount of flurry white specks of snow, Cosette shut the door behind her, letting out a huff. Taking down the hood of her cloak, she started to pick out the snow that was stuck in her blond hair. Grunting to herself, she slipped off her gloves and stuck them in her pants pocket. If any of those crazy first years started a snowball fight near her.. oh they were going to get it. She hated snow. Her eyes suddenly caught on all the things in the shop.

Smiling, she slowly walked over towards one of the racks of cloaks, her fingers brushing lightly on the fabric. Feeling one cloak made of moleskin, then to one made of velvet, she let out a soft sigh. She loved the feeling of soft fabric on her fingertips.