"James Robert Potter! Get your fat arse back here!" I yell as my now blue hair flys behind me. James was a few feet in front of me, laughing harder then he ever has.
I reach out and grab the back of his shirt as he flys backwards into me. "Get off of me! You butt is made of steel!"
"You just noticed that? I do butt flexes every night!"
"Too much information, Prongs!"
"Aw, c'mon, (M/n)! It was just a joke!"
"Get- off- me!" I yell as I shove him off my stomach. He falls back as I start to run for my life.
"Get back here!" he screams as I rush outside into the snow. It's cold, especially since I'm not wearing a jacket.
I'm suddenly tackled to the ground as the snow soaks me to the bone. "James. I swear to Merlin that if you don't get off me, things will hurt."
He stands up and helps me up and then says; "blue looks good on you by the way." He then runs off as I chase him with my blue hair, flying behind me once again.
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