She was prepared for the cold, dressed in a thick and warm long-sleeved gown and a heavy cloak thrown over on top. She’d slipped out of the manor quickly, gleefully, once she’d made sure that Draco and Neville were still not back inside, and Lucio and Pansy were still away. She figured it wouldn’t be long until they were back—all the more reason to leave now.  She didn’t feel up to answering questions about how she’d spent her day.