The next morning I realized just how cold snow could be. I'd woken up early and got dressed half-asleep, so I hadn't been thinking about dressing for the weather. I was only wearing some purple pants, a sky blue sweater, a brown hand-me-down cloak from Cecelia, and my red boots. Standing there, next to Fred and George waiting for someone to come by all I could think about was how I regretted not accepting Fred's offer to wear his gloves.