"You mean yours is coming up too?" Claire asked, even as Mr. Muggles began to growl in her arms, squirming at the sight of Nymeria walking about while he had no similar amount of freedom, quickly turning his face and biting down on the lapel of Claire's jacket. "I should have figured you for a winter kid, though. It just... suits you, somehow. I mean, not like this. But." Biting her lip, her eyes roved around their surroundings, at the blanket of white that faded into a darker gray with the smoke which dispersed and hid itself in the air.

"I guess if we just had open space, and the wind totally howling around us? That's what I'd peg you as," she admitted, a shy smile on her lips. "Ghosts or no ghosts. I get the feeling you'd totally own them, too. But we might as well explore for a bit, because a bit of an advantage never hurts, right?"