Christmas was fast approaching and the dungeons have come an inch close to freezing over. Unfortunately, this didn't exclude the Slytherins dormitory. At this time, Casimir began to miss the warm fireplace in his room at home.

Even though each room in the Slytherin dormitory had a magic device that regulated the heat to an extent, it still didn't completely eradicate the chilliness of the winter air, even worse was that the dormitory was partially submerged underwater, bringing with it the chilliness of the lake waters. It was Double the Cold!

No wonder most Slytherin students were perceived as grumpy! Who wouldn't when faced with such conditions, honestly?

Even the Hufflepuffs had a better dormitory location than them, being right next to the kitchen, those lucky sons and daughters of snitches!

It was just too damn cold down in the dungeons, okay?! This isn't right! They're supposed to be the house of serpents! Bloody coldblooded organisms! Why place the house in the coldest bloody place in the entire castle?!

Salazar Slytherin is dumb!

Anyways, on this BLOODY COLD MORNING, Professor Snape was collecting the names of Slytherin students who would stay at Hogwarts for the Christmas vacation. Obviously, there weren't many. With how BLOODY COLD it is down there, no one in their right mind would want to stay for two weeks to freeze!

While they were eating breakfast, Draco was bragging to practically everyone how he would be travelling to the wizard community in Paris with his mother during the break. Which reminds Casimir...

He hasn't seemed to have visited it yet...

It was in his own country and he hasn't seen it yet...

HOW?!

Also, it seemed that, during these past few days, Louis had begun to make himself comfortable in the Slytherin table, eating his breakfast, lunch, and dinner beside Casimir instead of eating with the other Ravenclaws like he should have.

Fortunately, the others didn't have much opinions about this matter since the relationship between Slytherins and Ravenclaws were alright and, Louis was Casimir's friend, which made it easier for the shy boy to be accepted by the group.

Today started pretty normally (aside from the coldness). Draco was bragging, Crabbe and Goyle were stuffing their faces with food, Theodore was pretending to listen to Draco's nonsense, Pansy was chatting with Daphne, Daphne was trying to read a book but was constantly distracted by Pansy, and Louis was scanning through three books at the same time, forgetting to finish his breakfast.

Everything was going as they should.

"Achoo!" Casimir sneezed softly, unused to the extremely cold winters.

"Need a tissue?" Two hands suddenly grabbed his shoulders.

"Or a hot cocoa?" Another voice said.

"Get away from me, you weirdos!" Casimir grumbled but took the tissue which was offered to him.

He needed it, okay?!

"Get away from you?" Fred asked with a grin.

"More like never!" George continued, then, the two of them ran away.

Casimir's expression darkened. The rest of the group just gawked, unsure of how to take in this incident.

"... Draco... Please adopt one of the Weaselys. I have too much of them." Casimir grumbled.

"Why in the world would I adopt a Weasely?!" Draco snorted and gestured towards Ron who sat beside Harry in the Gryffindor table. "That one's already too much to handle and it's not even mine!"

...

During the rest of the day, there were no more weird Weasely incidents, fortunately. After their class, Casimir and Draco were walking along the corridor on their way to the great hall for lunch when...

A gigantic, huffing tree blocked their way.

Annoyed, Draco snorted. "Hey! Move along! We're walking here!"

It seems that, no matter how much Casimir lectured him, Draco still couldn't change his ways much, even to a tree. Or maybe he's just really hungry..? Apple deficiency, perhaps.

Casimir smiled wryly, it seemed that being around a certain kind of people for a long time would rub their ways on you. Even the great assassin couldn't help but have stupid thoughts sometimes!

Just when Draco was about to kick the tree in frustration, a large, orange blur suddenly whizzed past and pushed Draco away from the tree.

Wow! And what would you know? It was the youngest Weasely in Hogwarts!

"Hey! What do you think you're doing, Malfoy?!" Ron shouted at Draco.

"Mind your own business, Weasely!" Draco shouted back, sneering.

"Guys-" Harry was about to try to stop the two from fighting but, Casimir directly clamped a hand over the boy's mouth. Somehow, this action made Harry have a strong sense of Deja vu.

"Shh! Just watch, Potter." Casimir winked at Harry. "This is my favorite show."

"Hagrid was just carrying the tree, Malfoy!" Ron pointed his wand at Draco threateningly.

"Hagrid? You mean the filthy giant?" Draco snorted, ignoring the wand since he knew it was already a dud by now. "Sorry, I didn't notice him. I thought he was part of the tree!"

"You-"

"Weasely. I thought it was very clear in the rules that there are to be no fighting in the corridors." Snape suddenly said, appearing behind the quarreling duo.

"But, professor-" Ron tried to explain but was cut off.

"No buts, Weasely. Five points will be deducted from Gryffindor for this offense." Snape muttered. "Be grateful it isn't more."

"Professor, he was provoked." The tree- I mean, Hagrid, tried to explain but was silenced by a glare from Snape.

Harry was frozen still. It seemed that Snape's appearance caused a change in Harry's mood.

"Hmm? Anything wrong, Potter?" Casimir asked curiously.

"No... Not really. It's just that... No, never mind." Harry seemed to want to say something but, decided not to. "Just... Be careful around Snape. I predict he's up to something fishy."

Oh?... Oh! It must be because of that time! Harry must be thinking that it was Snape who was trying to kill him. Casimir had a knowing smile.

He grinned at Harry and whispered. "I think you're putting the suspicion on the wrong person, Harry."

Then, Casimir pulled Draco towards the great hall but turned to look towards another corridor for a moment and, winked towards Quirrell who happened to be standing there unsuspectingly.