The thin layer of snow crunching under his feet made him shiver, the same way nails on a chalkboard did. Going out had been a mistake Al realized as he felt the tears in his eyelashes threatening to freeze his eyes shut. Despite his gloved hand frustratingly dabbing the corner of his eye, the cold winter wind was quick to, once again, make his eyes water.
He had considered ignoring the note he had found in his potions book, but his curiosity had been victorious over his reluctance to brave the cold. The anonymous note had been clear:
Holding his cloak tightly around him, Alessio waited wondering who he was meeting.