It was early Spring, which to TG translated to Winter's slow death. With the heavy rains, chill temperatures, and gusty winds, he still was pretty much restricted to only going out if he called a carriage or if he had to go to class. In the demon dorms, he had the luxury of his own temperature controlled room and a fireplace in every common area.

Up late, he gathered one of the throw blankets from a nearby couch and arranged the cushions to make a nice nest for himself and then tossed in as many logs that he could manage to get a nice, roaring fire started before he crawled up onto the couch, threw the blanket over his shoulders, and sat with his tablet to watch some videos and browse the web. Each time the windows rattled and he heard the wind howl outside over the patter of rain, he grinned. Take that weather.