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DEAR MOST DEFINITELY EVIL JOURNAL THING AND WHATEVER OTHER WICKED BEINGS ARE RUNNING THIS BLOODY WORLD,

IT IS REALLY, REALLY COLD.

RATHER NOT A FAN.

CAN'T FEEL MY FINGERS AND WARMING CHARMS AREN'T WORKING.

NO LOVE,

- Draco Malfoy

P.S. I have a hat back home that's perfect for this weather. I suspect the lack of its furry brilliance is the reason I'm about to lose my ears to frostbite.

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You as well?

[Despite being chilled to the bone, Itachi hides his own discomfort. Keeping himself from shivering is admittedly difficult, but he's had years of training to help him out.

His approach is silent, and hopefully he doesn't startle the wizard too much.]

[SILENT APPROACHES ARE THE MOST STARTLING!

Draco jolts, then he's instantly glaring at Itachi from underneath the pile of blankets he's burrowed himself in.]

Oh—Merlin's pants, didn't anyone ever teach you to knock?!

Apologies.

[He sounds sincere enough, but doesn't look particularly apologetic. He doesn't speak many words at once, as the more he speaks the more difficult it is to keep his teeth from chattering.

He has his hands in the pockets of the long coat he'd recently purchased. Neither this action nor the coat itself is of much help to him right now.]

I saw your writings in the journal.

In the—oh.

[Glances down at the page he's still writing on.]

...Yes, well. I have to vent somewhere and whining in this thing seems to annoy people more often than not, so.

[Clearly the best way to use the dumb book, where's the fun in it if you're not irritating everyone around you?]

You want to annoy others on purpose?

[It's not as if he's never known anyone like this, but they aren't usually so upfront about it.]

Only sometimes! [Innocent look.] I can't help it if there are some who take the bait quite easily.

[But he knows that they will and is taking advantage of that fact. Itachi isn't going to argue semantics, either way.

He glances to the blankets Draco has himself wrapped up in.]

Are those truly providing you no warmth?

[Looks mournfully at his pile of blankets.]

No, not at all. You're cold, too, then?

I am. Many are.

[A simple statement, not meant to look as an excuse or a reason Draco shouldn't be whining.]

Yes, I've noticed. Yet the only solutions I've seen offered up are complete rubbish.

What solutions have you heard?

[Draco might discount them, but the ninja is at least willing to hear them first.]

Well. Someone told me hugging would do the trick.

[Looks as though saying the words leaves a bad taste in his mouth.]

I'm sure they must have meant body heat or something similar, though I'm not certain why that would work when any other source of heat doesn't.