There's an Art to Being an Aquarius

The air smells crisp and fresh, your feet are tucked nicely in a pair of thick, woolen socks, and your (basically blue) hand is intertwined with your partner's as you take a nice Saturday stroll on your way to Hogsmeade...

The season of love never changes.

The season of love never changes.

Goodbye sweating, hello spiced pumkin lattes