Professor Hermione Granger was spending an inordinate amount of her first winter break sitting in her empty classroom and watching as the snow softly coated everything with its pure whiteness.
As she stared out into the blankness, she noticed a blemish on the white. Her heart leapt as she realized who the most likely person it could be. Just as quickly it plummeted. Their last confrontation hadn't been exactly pleasant.
She wanted to speak to him, but she found this effort thoroughly useless and decided instead to slump against the window and turn away from the teasing splotch on the horizon.