Octavia would've remarked about the frost were it not for the constant reminders of the cold. Frosted tips...might look pretty alright on him, even if Alastor would never agree to it normally. A little something to help balance all the red. Instead, it tells her he's been sitting in here long enough to partially freeze.

"You didn't give us much choice." The owl notes with a playful smirk. "I would've gone through an entire playlist or two. You'd probably hate most of it."

She shrugs. "Maybe we should get you a hot chocolate or something. Something to warm you up and stuff."