Finally, winter has arrived. Snow covered London, flakes elegantly falling from the sky. Everyone has been waiting for this moment, especially children at Cross Street. Sure, the smog around town hasn't gone away, but the cold breeze served to mask its yellowish color. Even with how polluted the air was, the streets had gained a somewhat more lively atmosphere. However, she only saw the cold temperatures as yet another reason to stay home, isolated from everyone who despised her and whom she despised just as much.

With this weather, she couldn't even take care of her garden anymore, of the plants that surrounded the old house she lived in. And so, she found herself even more lonely. Moreover, she was sure you wouldn't be coming over again for the next few weeks. After all, why would you go out in the cold to meet with a grumpy witch? She didn't dare to admit it, but she had grown quite fond of you, so your absence affected her, whether she liked it or not. So when she found you at her door early in the morning, just before she had begun to practice gymnastic, she was caught off guard. She stared at you in silence for a moment, surprised, before clearing her throat and regaining her composure, her usual aloof demeanor returning.

“Tsk. How foolish of you to head out with this cold.” she scoffed, opening her door wider for you to step in anyway. “Well? Don't just stand there looking at me like that. Are you planning on staying outside after coming all the way here?” Although she tried not to show it, she was actually hoping you would join her inside.