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Title: Frozen Bonds

Chapter 1: The Chilling Walk

The bitter December wind cut through the streets of London, sending shivers down the spines of its inhabitants. Lockwood, Lucy, and George, the trio of talented ghost hunters from Lockwood & Co., braved the freezing temperatures as they embarked on a walk together. Lockwood, always the dapper one, wore his usual suit, while George opted for a warm woolen jumper. Lucy, feeling festive, donned a Christmas jumper adorned with reindeer and snowflakes.

Lockwood had always been more susceptible to the cold than his companions, a fact that George and Lucy never let him forget. They often teased him about it, but today, as they trudged through the icy streets, they witnessed firsthand just how much the cold affected him. Lockwood's breath came out in visible puffs, and he let out a harrowing cough, doubling over and leaning against a nearby fountain for support.

George, ever the sarcastic one, couldn't resist a jibe. "Oh, Lockwood, I didn't know you were auditioning for the role of a dying man in a play. Bravo!"

Lucy, usually patient and understanding, felt a pang of anger and jealousy. Lockwood had always been the center of her attention, and seeing him in such a weakened state stirred up emotions she didn't quite understand. "George, can't you see he's not well? Show some compassion for once!"

Lockwood, trying to keep the peace as always, weakly raised a hand. "It's alright, Lucy. George is just being George." But his voice was strained, and his trembling hands made it almost impossible for him to pick up anything.

Finally, they reached Lockwood's home, a grand old mansion that served as their headquarters. Lockwood wasted no time in taking a hot shower, hoping to alleviate the chill that had settled deep within his bones. Emerging from the bathroom, he was rosy-cheeked and wearing a crumpled grey t-shirt, a stark contrast to his usual impeccable attire.

George, never one to miss an opportunity, couldn't resist teasing him. "Well, well, Lockwood, I never thought I'd see the day when you'd wear something so... casual. And did I hear Lillian call you Anthony earlier? Quite the scandal!"

Lockwood chuckled weakly, his voice still hoarse. "Yes, well, even I have my moments of vulnerability, George. And as for Lillian, she's always had a way of surprising me."

As the trio settled into the warmth of Lockwood's living room, sipping hot tea and sharing stories of their recent ghostly encounters, the tension from earlier began to dissipate. Lockwood's pale face regained some color, and his dark circles seemed less pronounced. The warmth of their friendship enveloped them, thawing the icy grip of the outside world.

In the end, their walk through the freezing cold had brought them closer together. They realized that even the strongest bonds could be tested by the harshest of winters, but with understanding, compassion, and a touch of humor, they could weather any storm.

And so, as the snowflakes danced outside, the trio of Lockwood, Lucy, and George found solace in each other's company, their hearts warmed by the knowledge that they were not alone in their battles against the supernatural. Together, they would continue to face the ghosts that haunted London, their friendship stronger than ever.

The end.