The cold was cutting her to the bone, despite the small warming charm she tried to summon on herself. "The parlor would be best. I'm not exactly sure my magic has any particular power against something this big."
Starting back into the room she motioned to Fenrir. "Why dont you go upstairs and try to get some of the fireplaces working. Get help from the other servants if you need it." She offered a small smile to the male before turning back to Stefan. "And let us continue our own tea and hope that it doesnt get much colder than this." Their house wasnt yet prepared for such weather after all.