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Harry sat his quill down near his desk, ruefully glancing down at the snow that flanked the springy ground. The snow dappled the sweet-smelling pine trees like sugar, and Harry felt a sudden urge of longing to be back at the Whomping Willow, his favorite go-to place.
"Hogsmeade, to Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger." Harry said crisply as he tied the letter around Hedwig, whom hooted with disdain.
In a flurry of wings, Hedwig was merely a black dot in the cold, arctic sky. Harry had still been unable to go to Hogmeade because of his uncle.
He placed his red and gold sheets over the top of his bed, and flicked the lamp on. A warm, yellow-orange glow erupted from the head of the lamp, and it flickered ominously as Harry grabbed one of his charcoal pastels.
He had recently been interested in drawing, and he often found himself smudging the greasy-black texture with his hands, until it made a somewhat-accurate drawing.
Harry grunted as he smeared some of the graphite with a tissue near his bedside, the trees suddenly beginning to appear more solid and shaded. He was almost satisfied.
He drew a small black dot flapping against the harsh sky, the snow dappling the creature's wings as the note tied to it's foreleg flapped mercilessly.
Satisfied, he leaned it against the window pane. It nearly looked exactly like the scenery outside, and Harry found warmth burning in his heart when he saw a tree shiver in the wind.
He grabbed the tin from under his bed, and carefully unwrapped one of the chocolate frogs inside the golden-rimmed case which consisted of several different candies, and early Christmas present from Professor Lupin. Harry had been hustling to wrap his other friend's gifts, considering it was two days until Christmas Day.
The creamy, rich milky flavor melted on his tongue, almost making him lick his chops once more as he reached for another candy.
"Your going to get sick, you know." exclaimed Ron as he burst into the room, his cheeks flushed from the cold weather, and his breath ragged.
"Ron!" Harry greeted back at he patted him on the back, smiling faintly as Ron handed him a few items, of which one was a sugar quill and the other a butterbeer.
"Sorry, it isn't much. It was rather busy today." Ron remarked tentatively as he flipped his snow-globe upside-down, scowling at the snow that fell dimly into the abyss below.
"That's alright." Harry said, getting up from his bed. He casted a quick glance at the clock on his wall, and blinked.
"You think we should go ahead and head down?"murmured Harry. "I'll be down in a little while. I gotta unpack my Hogsmeade stuff." Ron replied tartly.
"Alright then." Harry shrugged as he closed the door behind him, making his way down the eerily silent corridor. Perhaps some students were still in Hogsmeade...
