Giving Will a dubious look (but huddling close to him all the same), Fisher informed him "Minerva is my cat. Lyle thought it'd be a good idea to get me a damn cat, teach me responsibility or whatever. I've managed to keep her alive so far, so that's something at least." A little responsibility he could handle, apparently.
"We should've gone back through the tunnels," Fsher said. "At least they're kind of warm." Not that he actually wanted to go into the tunnels again. He'd almost not gone to Will's party just because of how creepy they were. But he figured with enough alive people about, the spirits would keep a distance. Besides, they were almost back at the dorms, and Will was suprisingly warm. Fisher pulled his sleeves over his hands and crossed his arms tightly over his chest.
Finally they reached the dorms. Fisher grabbed the handle and pulled, rushing inside the doorway as if he could soak up every bit of warmth the school had to offer. "I hate being skinny," he grumbled, rubbing his hands together. Well, he had a bottle of scotch in his bedroom that would warm him up in no time.