Remus was freezing. No. It was more than freezing, and the thermometer confirmed that. Literally bundled up in about 5 layers per article of clothing, he made his way back to the castle where it was actually WARM. The blazing white snow crunched beneath his feet and the wind whipped around him, making it about 15 degrees colder. He wrapped his trusty Gryffindor scarf tighter around his neck. Entering the kitchen, he immediately requested a steaming mug of hot chocolate (whipped cream included with chocolate shavings) and undid about two layers, keeping the remaining three on. This was the life.