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[try_corsets]

It's cold.

Really and truly freezing.

Elizabeth sits on the stairs below deck, systematically wiggling each of her fingers and each of her toes, and thinking that perhaps the winter in Milliways hadn't been such a waste of time after all. She'd grown accustomed to, if not fond of, harsher weather than one finds in the Caribbean.

Of course, her hair had never developed frost, either.

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[clumsy_auror]

'Dora's lighting little blue fires everywhere she can think of, poking her wand irritably here and there. The flames cast an eerie aqua light over the staircase, making them both look well and truly frozen.

Finally she sighs and eases herself down next to Elizabeth, huddling up next to her friend for extra warmth.

"This is bloody shite," she grumbles.