The snow fell outside with calmness and by the empty surroundings, Fox could easily predict that he was late. He did not Luna confirming that for him, but it didn't seem to stop her, as the two moved closer to the gates, she remarked, **"Oh my dear, it seems we are late!"** In which she received a grunt from under the dark purple cape in response.
**"Don't be so anti-social, dear!"** The wolf commented cheerfully before sniffing the air, **"I smell a large number of them in the cafeteria!"** She said happily in which she received a glare from her speechless companion. After a moment of glaring had subsided, he finally spoke: **"You don't smell anything aside from your own gluttony."**
**"Hahah, oh. You wound me!"** She lifted her nose again, **"Would it kill you to be a little less _cold_, Fox?"**
**"Was that a pun?"**
**"Quite possibly,"** and with that the boy began to trudge through the snow, towards the front doors, causing the wolf to gallop after him, **"Hey! Have a sense of humor!"** She spoke rather playfully, but the lack of response had indicated that she had lost. And so, the wolf fell silent, lowering her head and walking in a stride of defeat behind the young warlock.
Though defeat was not final as Fox pushed open the doors to the cafeteria, head beneath the purple cloak, a cold draft floating in after him. The draft was followed by a small whirlwind of snowflakes that disappeared in the hot air and onto the floor below. **"Now, if I get you some meat,"** he began, looking down at the wolf, **"Will you be quiet for the rest of the day?"**
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Holding his arms close, the young boy shivered as he walked besides a unicorn that glowed of holy light and calmness. **"I-I'm freezing," he commented through chattering teeth, despite the snow fall being light. Perhaps, he should pick less flamboyant garb in the future. Or maybe he was simply vulnerable due to being a warlock of the forest.
A nudge from the unicorn pushed him further, **"Carry on, Henry. We're almost there."**