It was Lorelei's second winter in Scotland, and although she thought she was a little more accustomed to it than she had been last year, she'd forgotten how the cold seemed to seep into everything. She was feeling particularly envious of creatures who hibernated just now as made her way through the snow in Bartonburg. She had charitably offered to deliver potions to an elderly client, given the weather, and while the client had been very appreciative, Lorelei was regretting it a little bit now as she trudged back towards home. No good deed or something like that.

Lorelei was contemplating stopping at the Greengrass' for a brief visit just to warm up when something wet suddenly struck her in the back. "Oh!" Whirling around, more surprised than anything, Lorelei took in the sight of the man and child for a moment before the appropriate connections were made in her brain. Bloody snow. Still, she made herself laugh, because she could hardly blame a child. "I'm all right," she said, pulling back her coat a bit to shake off whatever snow was still clinging to the back. "Practice his aim a bit, and he'll be a shoo-in for quidditch, I'm sure." Lorelei only knew the very basics of quidditch, but a sport was a sport, surely?

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