Natty had just dried off in front of a merrily crackling fire — his hair subsequently rather messy — when there was a light rap at the door.

He opened it to his favourite person in the world (whose fair countenance never failed to make his heart skip a beat). "Winny... look at you!" His warm tone swiftly turned to a combination of concern and amusement, brushing some snow from the side of Winny's face. The young fellow looked positively snow-logged. "Let's get you warmed up", the Groundskeeper steered the Professor indoors.