This was as far north as River had ever been. Colder than the city they had left behind, but the cold here was more pleasant. The cold here was cleaner, crisp, more pure. 

She had been quiet on the drive over. She had gotten a car-sick. This wasn't surprising, she didn't take long car rides often anymore. If she traveled outside school in the city she walked or took a subway under the streets. The rare cab ride was never more than a few blocks. When traveling with other magicians over long distances the floo or portkey was choice.

She enjoyed her own quiet during the drive. She hadn't been to this part of the continent before, she leaned her head to the glass and let her eyes discover the snow-swathed landscape. 

River thanked Addie's sister before stepping out, then stood in the snow with her friends. She hung back as Fonsus produced the navigation tools, watching the car vanish into the distance.

[i]No turning back... Until 6 that is...[/i]

She pulled her hat over her ears. It was a grey and purple knit. Her socks matched in color and cable-knit pattern. They were created by the same hands, distant cousin with a holiday-hobby. The hat was too small and the socks were too big.

She leaned down to pull her socks up inside her boots. These were plain dark leather that laced up her shins. They were wonderfully warm and waterproof, muggle made, perfect for the snow. Her coat was coal grey, draping down to mid-thigh. She forgot her gloves in the car, and tucked her long dark fingers into her coat pockets. 

"I'm ready." She said, looking for their path. She was looking forward to the hike, but, reminded herself that this was not a pleasure hike on an ordinary holiday vacation with friends... "Have we thought about what... We are going to say to him?"

... They had a [i]mission... Clowers![/i]