The barren lands before Hitori's house stretched out with a nice, mushy, white, one and a half inches layer of snow. Hitori lifted his leg out of the snow and placed it forward, he felt as if he might get pulled into the snow.
Hitori thought it would have been better if he had stayed home. The snowfall will increase next month in January, but by that time Hitori would be staying in the academy.
For some reason, the snow never seems to pile up around or inside the academy-- maybe it is the de-icing salt that keeps the academy's grounds clean-- or spells could do that too.
Hitori gave up on walking like a king, the part near his shoulders was acing from lifting and spacing his shoulders. Not to forget the cold, Hitori tugged his hands in the pockets.
He pulled his shoulders in and walked all the way to his home.