Jackson wasn't a fan of the cold. Not like this. Breezes were fine, occasional snowfall and all that, sure. But Jackson was cold all of the time now and had become very good at heating charms. All he could say was that he was appreciative that Professor Wishart had prepared the greenhouse well. "Good morning, Professor Wishart," he greeted the man with a smile, briefly eyeing the tea that he wished he could have some of too before heading off to take a seat. His jacket would remain on for now though, until he was properly warm.
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