Emerson Wilmore was an exemplary Ravenclaw student, known for her unwavering dedication to academics and an unyielding moral compass. However, things took a twisted and deviated turn in her life after her boyfriend, Cedric Diggory, was murdered by L...
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Once they were all changed into warmer clothes, the group of six spilled out into the grounds like they were released from a cage. Snow blanketed everything. The air was sharp and clean, each breath stinging in their lungs. For a moment, they all simply stood there, staring, as if afraid the world might snap back into its usual cruelty if they moved too quickly.
Enzo ruined that moment instantly.
He bent down, scooped up an enormous armful of snow with zero technique, and hurled it blindly.
It largely smacked straight into Theo's chest.
Theo stared down at himself, snow sliding off his coat. Slowly, he looked up.
"You've chosen violence."
Enzo grinned mischievously. "It's Christmas."
"You're dead," Theo warned calmly.
And then all hell broke loose.
Snowballs flew in every direction almost instantly between Theo and Enzo. Emerson eventually joined in when a snowball narrowly missed her head. Enzo became chaos incarnate: ducking, weaving, scooping snow with no strategy whatsoever and yelling commentary at the top of his lungs.
"I'm being targeted, this is discrimination!" He shouted as three snowballs hit him in rapid succession.
"That's because you're loud!" Emerson called back.
"I'm expressive!"
Theo moved with precision, transfiguring loose snow into compact yet dangerously accurate missiles. He took Enzo out at the knees within seconds.
Enzo went down dramatically, his knees striking the ground as he collapsed like he was in theatre. "I'VE BEEN STRUCK DOWN IN MY PRIME. TELL MY STORY."
Eric laughed before he could stop himself, clapping a hand over his mouth in surprise.
Ariel gasped in amusement. "Is he dead?"
Mattheo, who was standing slightly apart and not engaging just yet, glanced down at Enzo. "Unfortunately not."
Ariel giggled openly, already crouching down to form her own snowball. It was small and uneven, but made with the intense concentration of a First-Year who wanted to join in on the fun.
Mattheo noticed immediately.
"Here," He helped her, crouching beside her. "Like this."
He guided her hands gently, showing her how to pack the snow tighter and how to shape it for the best result. Ariel watched him like he was performing magic far more impressive than spells.
Her snowball came out lopsided, but she beamed proudly anyway.
"I did it!"
"You did," Mattheo agreed, unmistakable pride in his voice. "Aim for Enzo."
