"Good morning," Tate nodded as he was greeted by each student in turn. They were polite little people, weren't they? "I apologize for the temperature. It's bloody hard to keep it from snowing, almost as hard as it is to regulate temperatures in this castle. For those who are interested, I have some hot chocolate up here. It's serve yourself."

He levitated a stack of mugs from the bookshelf to rest beside the steaming pitcher of cocoa. Selecting one, he filled it to the top, relishing the puff of warm air coming off the surface. Oh look! Marshmallows!