Baby It's Cold Outside
8/100
Some people don't like the cold, but I don't mind it. I guess growing up in London, and going to school in Scotland, one would get used to it. As fun as summer can be, and despite how wonderful spring is after a long cold winter. I much prefer winter. Why you ask, what sane young woman would prefer a season where you had to huddle in layers of clothes, stay inside, to avoid the chill.
'I can't go out, I'll catch a cold'. See perfect. So I can now huddle in front of the fire, and read for hours with no one hassling me to go outside. Of course it never satisfies Ron and Harry, they will continue to bug me, to play a game of chess, some Exploding Snap, or some other inane thing they have thought of to do to pass the time. The only problem with that scenario is that the whole of Gryffindor is in the tower away from the cold, so I can't concentrate for long. With everyone in there the noise is so loud it is impossible to hear yourself think, so in the end I give up on them, and usually head back to my own private common room.
As much as I like being in the common room away from the cold. I love being outside when it is cold, I rug up in my thickest winter coat, put on all my winter accessories, and take a walk up to the owlery. As the weather is not exactly welcoming, it gives me some solitude, a chance to think about things. A simple warming charm on my clothes, and I can sit up there for hours. Sometimes I take a book, and just read with the owls for company. Most of the time I just sit and watch the world beneath, the Forbidden Forest looks so beautiful with the snow falling over it, almost makes it seem welcoming, almost.
More often than not, that's where he finds me. Tucked away in the owlery, engrossed in some book. Sometimes I don't realise but I've been up there nearly all day. He'll bring me something to eat from the kitchen, and a hot cup of chocolate. We will cuddle up in the corner, and he will tell me all about what I've missed happening in the castle. Place hundreds of students cramped together in the castle, well it's a recipe for disaster, but I don't feel guilty at all for leaving them to it. Sometimes I need to get out of there for my own sanity, but I know that he is more than capable of handling it.
When we do head back into the castle, it's so warm and inviting that I wonder what on earth could possible possess me to spend hours in that freezing cold owlery. The next day will remind me all over again why, it doesn't take long for the caged in feeling to return, as the castle begins to feel constricting all over again.
But the real reason I like the cold? Cuddles, snuggling, just sitting as close as I can to him on the couch in front of the fire. Why? It's cold of course. I need to warm up. He indulges me naturally. He likes it when it's cold too.
Prompt: Didn't have one…
