Cold yes, miserable no could describe the state of Morag. She had just spent her afternoon working out on the pitch, going over some plays in her head and doing some good flying. Dare she say it but Morag had worked up a sweat. After doing so she had jumped into the shower and pulled on some clothing, and had realized she didn't have a bra, of course she had her sports bra she left with her quidditch gear in the lockers. "Damn," she said as she pulled on her button up plaid shirt, that she left a few buttons undone on. She would just have to wander to the common room and get one she figured as she pulled on a pair of jeans. She slipped her feet into a pair of shoes and dried off her hair. When she was ready she walked through school to the common room, the path she took though led her into the path of Draco Malfoy.
"What go you so mopey and miserable looking?" She asked as she came up to him, stopping not far from her. She rubbed her hands on her arms to warm her a bit but eventually dropping them. She wished she had a sweater she hated being cold. Probably didn't help she had on a thin shirt and it wasn't even buttoned all the way. "Man what would cheer you up?"