"In my defense, I warned you about the weather before you came here," Tatum replied, shutting the door behind them, and locking up. She was still smiling, moving over and throwing her own jacket over a chair, and then turning back to face the brunette.

"Can't wait to be seventeen already.. a good warming charm would be awesome right now," she murmured, barely able to suppress a little shiver. "You wanna go upstairs or something? I'll close the window in my room, it'll warm up pretty quick."