` marshmallows .
@gryfsoo
there’s snow stuck to his boots and frost on his breath, the chill in the soft wind sharp enough to slice at his cheeks. the hat on his head only does so much to keep his ears warm, but the rest of his body still suffers somewhat, his jacket, although thick, seems not thick enough to keep out the deathly cold. he’s waiting in the courtyard for daniel - he’d invited him to hogsmeade to enjoy the winter festivities before the snow begins to melt and it’s too late to find a wonderful mug of hot chocolate with singing marshmallows.
the scarf round his neck offers minor insulation, so he still stomps his feet, hands shoved deep into his pockets as he waits, hopping from one foot to the other to try and keep his body warm. “c’mon daniel, where are you?” he whines under his breath, eyes on the door into the castle.