Gloves
Remus hated winter. It was colder in Scotland than it ever had been at home. He was convinced his first winter at Hogwarts was trying to kill him. It did not help that his only pair of gloves had gone up in flames. Now he had to brave the walk to Herbology without anything to keep his hands warm.
His fingers had turned blue before he was even halfway there.
He blew futilely on them the rest of the way.
At the door, a hand reached out to stop him.
"For the way back," Sirius handed him his own pair.
