Stepping forward Esme's foot glided against the cold marble floors, and she held back a yelp from how frozen the floor tiles were. Her foot lifted up off the ground before pressing back down onto the floor. Her body filled with chills, adrift of the cool breeze hit her skin, and she shivered, rubbing her arms soothingly to create some friction of heat. Continuing her investigation towards Scorpius's room, she tip-toed quickly before she finally approached the door. It was dark black, the knob of the door was silver, very much different from hers. Then she paused- he would have locked the door. Debating on turning around her fingers had their own plan, suddenly curling around the knob. Sucking a deep breath in, she turned it slightly, and it clicked open.