Austin had bundled up in both hat and gloves, hoping to keep warm this morning. It was November, and the fact that it was the morning, did not help the weather. It was colder than cold, and the boy wasn't a morning person to begin with. He had headed down a bit later than some of his mates, mainly because his bed was so warm and inviting, that he had a hard time getting out of it. But once he did, he made sure to bundle up.

A smile grew on his face when he saw the warm fire. At least this old hag was smart enough to keep them warm. That was his thought, anyways, but when he finally got close enough he realized that wasn't her intent. She was stirring something in a pot, and to be honest, he didn't want to know what it was. If he had to guess, it was probably a soup to eat them all with. The boy gulped, and sat down close to the fire, but on the other side of the pit than were the hag was. It was early in the morning, and Austin did not want to deal with anyone today. Especially not the Hag-Professor