Rebecca had enough of this. It was dark, she was cold, and while she was wrapped up in her best fur coat, she kept tripping as several first years stepped on the back. If something didn't happen soon, she was quite tempted to slip a little something in everyone's food just so whatever guilty prankster caused this would have to pay along with everyone else.
"Doesn't friction make heat?" she asked as she stumbled closer to Lucius and Clara. She pulled her coat out from underneath someone's dirty shoe and wrapped it more tightly around herself. She couldn't even use magic to clean her mink. She hoped the house elves new how to treat fur, but she somehow doubted it. "What I think we should try is rubbing the matches together. Maybe that's why there's so many of them, they're meant to be used in pairs."