Laken had bundled herself up in a light blue knitted turtleneck sweater that her mother had sent to her just the previous week. Even with her sweater, heavy jeans, trainers and her thick winter cloak she was still shivering; and she had yet to step foot outside yet.

Laken let a small smile slip onto her face as she sat down at the Slytherin table. She immediately went for the closet warm food she could reach.