Stress made Presley run, and that was a well known fact. At least by those who knew her at all. Presley was stressed, Presley was running. It gave her time to think, to solve her problems, or at least come up with temporary solutions. There was snow on the ground, so Presley was careful about how hard she ran. She needed to run fast enough to keep warm, but not hard enough to start sweating. If she did sweat, it would instantly freeze and she could get really sick. she knew it was bad in general to run in the cold, but after the news she had just recieved, she would rather run in the cold than have to sit still and try to deal with that. She almost hoped she could have found Philip in the common room, she really needed his advice right now, but the older boy was nowhere to be seen. Maybe she could talk to....Presley had no idea. All she knew right at this moment, was that her father was going to be very angry, and she needed to solve this problem before it got out of hand. On the flip-side, she almost wanted him to be angry with her because that meant attention, and any attention, even the bad kind, was better than none. She paused for a moment to untie her shoe. Honestly, it was kind of exhilirating to run in the cold, and she wished for half of a second, that she would do it more often.