Jamie was walking down the corridor, minding his own business, a book held between his hands. He had class later, but for now, he was completely engrossed in the novel, oblivious to how white his hands were. It was really cold in the castle and he thought back to his conversation with Theodore on Sunday about how drafty the place was. It was all the stone, Theodore had said. Jamie thought the professors might have been able to do something about it, had they not been so busy with the virus and all its repercussions. So, he was doing a little bit of research himself, into how to warm stone buildings from the foundations.
He wasn't watching where he was going, which often proved to be dangerous, but the spell he'd found looked like it just might work.