Remy hated classes that were in the grounds, despite the weather not being truly freezing as of yet. She much preferred the comfort of a toasty classroom, it’s where she did her best learning. Still, the goblet with the striking blue flames caught her attention, although it dwindled slightly to discover that only students of age could enter their name.

She stood around nobody in particular and smiled politely at the Professor. “Good morning, Professor Holden,” she greeted, crossing her arms across her chest to retain her heat. She really felt the cold, okay?