arc re-IV

The winter winds had made their rounds bout the earth and, once again, found their way back to the UK. Angel Astor stood before a bronze plaque, admiring his own reflection behind the inscribed name. He was in need of a shave; his sideburns needed a trim.

"Angel!" Serenity called, practically running all the way from the entrance over to him. "Why are you inside? It's winter!" She was swaddled up in a Gryffindor scarf, matching gloves, and a wooly coat. "You should be outside. We could build a fort."

Ah, there she was. No matter where Angel burrowed down to hide, she would find him without a shadow of a doubt. Though the trophy room and all its contents were in plain view from the first landing, he still had doubted anyone would think to look for him there. Brushing his hair to the side, he greeted her with his signature beaming smile. "I'm not a fan of the bitter cold."

"Oh, I love the cold! I actually.." She fiddled around in her bag for a bit. "I made you a scarf! I knitted it myself and everything.." Serenity pulled out a pink and purple knitted scarf, that seemed to be attempting to grow arms and become a sweater.