There was an eerie bliss that the beginning of the end of winter held. That time in mid-January where everything in the world seemed quiet, but yet full of life.
Today was one of those days.
A fresh; albeit light, snowfall left a dusting of snow to blanket the trees, sidewalks, and anything else exposed to the outer world. Not enough snow on the ground to warrant the use of a charm that would make the snow dissipate, but enough to leave footprints on the ground. Looking around, one would see such things as the weakening rays of the sun peaking through heavy, swollen clouds in the air, frost patterns decorating the windows of shops, and gray, slushy snow along the side of the road. It was also the time of the season when the allure of winter had worn off. Instead of seeing children making snow angels, and throwing snowballs; one would instead see the marigold flames of a fireplace peak through the windows of family-occupied homes.
Walking around the typically bustling streets of Hogsmeade, Madyson Currington didn't know where exactly to take her life next. The brown/blonde haired Hufflepuff didn't yet want to return to the portrait-covered halls of Hogwarts, but she also didn't have anything to do with the rest of her day. The bookshop was closed, and Madyson had just finished her latest read. Deciding to take a seat and think about things, the girl drew her wand and with a flick of her wrist, cast a heating charm to melt the snow laden, oak wood bench nearest to her... except the heating charm had perhaps made the bench too warm, as it caught fire; and sent flames licking upwards upon the open air.
Madyson instantly became as frozen as an igloo, dropping her wand into the snow, and not knowing what to do next.