Despite wearing her house scarf and sparkly fuschia-colored ear muffs (with matching gloves), Fern was feeling the cold. True, Forrest had returned her thick, outer robes, but there was no way she could bring herself to put them on after all that had happened. Fern was starting to think maybe she should just buy a new set, but how she was going to explain this all to her parents was another story.

So, in the meantime, the first year attempted to make do by doubling up on her sweaters under her standard, every-day school robes. And maybe also by purchasing a hot coco at the Three Broomsticks. It depended on whether they put whip cream on top or not, preferably with chocolate sauce dribbled over it.