Swirls of snow twirled around Harper's slender legs as she walked through the snow from the outskirts of the school. The community of warlocks and witches Harper resided in spent most of their time in the depths of the mountains. You would think she would have been used to this weather by now, but she truly hated the cold, and the displeasure on her face confirmed it. Her arms wrapped around herself as she trudged towards the gates, her chestnut eyes only glancing shortly at the man ahead of her. 

 He must have been late too.

That fact alone gave her some comfort. Sniffing, her nose stung red. [i]Stupid snow!"[/i] she groaned, using her hand to make the powdered substance fly in a twister of white in front of her. She wasn't very powerful yet, only just recently reaching the age where the witches from her clan were sent to academy. Reaching the gate, she walked promptly in and headed towards the door without nervousness or hesitation. She didn't want to wait outside for anyone or anything. The blast of heat made Harper let out a soft puff of air in satisfaction. She brushed the snow off her blonde dreadlocks, and off what had clung to her body. Her head raised in curiosity, looking around and wondering what she had missed for being late.