Walking over to the school’s parking garage turned out to be every bit as cold as I thought it might be.
I hadn’t thought to wear my boots, and when I cut across the lawn, snow got into my shoes.
During the drive across the city, the van’s heating system warmed up enough to melt the snow still on my shoes. By the time I arrived at the house I’d inherited from my grandparents, and taken the elevator down to the Heroes Leagues’ headquarters, my feet were cold and wet.
I felt every inch the budding supergenius as I walked to the front of HQ’s basketball court sized main room, leaving wet footprints on the carpet.