Baby, it's cold outside [Kav.Emme]

[Kavic Elliot]

&&Winter's so cold this year

It was cold. Very, very cold.
Of course, winter usually involves cold somehow… but still. The night seemed chiller than usual. Kavic stuffed his hands even deeper in his pockets and shivered under his warm, dark jacket. Dark, because it was after midnight and past curfew, even for a sixth year, warm well… you get the idea.
Why exactly was Kavic Elliot out in the snow, alone on a dark evening? Easy answer. He was bored. Very bored. The outside had beckoned from his (warm) window perch in Gryffindor tower so he had exchanged his rumpled Pink Floyd t-shirt (he wore it just to confuse his wizard-born housemates) and sweat pants for dark jeans, dark turtleneck covered by his black jacket and sneakers. He had charmed to shoes to repel the snow (and resulting wetness when the snow melted inside the shoes) and it was doing its job. Sort of.
The wind picked up, and Kavic was aware of fresh snow falling gently from the sky, melting on the bridge of his nose and in the palm of his hands when he pulled them out of his pocket. No gloves, because that was probably the intelligent thing to do… and he didn’t know where they were exactly other then buried in his stuff. Rather than risk waking someone with him shuffling around, he thought he’d do better just coming outside. Really… he had pockets. And if worse came to worse he could always heat the inside of his pocket with his wand tip (a useful trick he had discovered in winter term Herbology.)
A tree suddenly cracked, depositing its load of snow to the ground. Startled, he jumped aside even though it was a few feet away and of no danger to him. Ah, loud sounds in a quiet night, how lovely you can be. He looked up at the castle, this was the right tower, he was sure of it. Pulling out the pre-written note (folded in the shape of crane because… he could) he poked it with his wand tip. Muttering the spell under his breath, he slowly raised it in the air with his wand, praying that a sudden gust of wind didn’t blow and wreck his concentration. Fully aware that he could possibly have the wrong window (and level), he flicked his wrist so the note gently tapped the glass.
The note was simple… it had her name written on the outside, and on the inside it said;

I’m bored, want to take a walk mademoiselle?

KM

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