Every room in Castle Durmstrang had a fireplace. Every room in Castle Durmstrang needed a fireplace. But by tradition, they were only lit for magical purposes; instead, the students taught themselves Warming Charms and conjured their own small, portable flames in their dormatories. It built character, the theory ran. Even the teachers were subject to this rule.
Karkaroff poured himself a tad more vodka and leaned back in his chair, feet propped up before the amber flames filling the low hearth. Warmth tinged his pale face; light made golden the silver streaks in his hair.
Headmastership definitely had its perks.