Harry Potter Preferences

Rain

Harry: He didn't particularly like or hate the rain. He'd always just regarded it as a natural phenomenon. Oh, it's pouring outside? Well, good for the flowers. Until he bumped into you. Multiple times. The two of you had a mutual path every few days and since it was the rainy season, it always seemed to be raining every now and then, be it a light drizzle or a straight up storm. The path was narrow so both of you found yourself brushing up against the other's shoulder once you walked past each other. Harry didn't bother too much the first two or so times but when the third time came by, he mumbled a quiet hello in passing greeting and you smiled in return. Now he'd always associate you with rain, something that you never really minded.

Ron: When it rained, Ron would scramble to get to shelter. He never really fancied getting wet, his hair took forever to dry and once damp, his sweaters always seemed to stay that way. You were amused with the way he would yelp and try to dodge as many raindrops as he could. Every time, he would grab hold of you and just sprint for the nearest skydrool-free place. But he did enjoy rainy activities that didn't involve any getting wet, like folding paper boats and dropping them in little streams. Which was good since your paper boats never did float properly and you instead excelled in charms that made them dance around in patterns.

Draco: Draco was the type of person to say, when it rains, "Let's go splash around." He'd hold out your raincoat for you, remind you not to forget the umbrella and pull you out of the door. It made you a bit sad, the way he was so excited about puddles and catching raindrops on your tongues. You figured it was because he didn't get much fun in the rain when he was little. But every time you pushed it aside and made sure to find the best puddles for him jump in and just basically give him the childhood he had lost.

Fred: He would just pull you in, no doubt. You didn't mind in the least since you loved the rain too. You would run around and yell around and just act like kids again. You wouldn't even be wearing raincoats and when people make snowmen in winter with snow, you and Fred made watermoose in the rain with rain.

George: Dancing in the rain was yours and George's thing to do when it started to rain cats and dogs outside. It didn't have to be in the rain though, both of you found that out ever since you stumbled through your lives with sneezes and sniffles for at least a week. So now you just danced in the house. When in public, he would just twirl you around and laughter would hit the both of you. It was only on special occasions did you really dance in the rain. Birthdays were a must and annual anniversaries, of your relationship and years later, your marriage.

Neville: You and Neville had a greenhouse and the both of you spent a great chunk of your time there. You were usually reading or playing with your pets while Neville did what he was passionate about. He hustled happily on the various types of plants in the greenhouse. The two of you had devised a contraption of pipes and bottles and other knick knacks to put together an amazing watering system that veined through the whole place. Every time it rained, the collected raindrops would follow the pipes and fill bottles before finally emptying into the pots of the plants. It was amazing to see the water flooding in and it was a sight the two of you never did tire of.

Oliver: Whenever it rained while you were flying, he'd try to stop you, telling out that you'd get sick and all that. You'd smiled, with a wave of your wand, cast a simple spell and instantly raindrops, instead of soaking into your hair and clothes and dripping down your skin, would ricochet off you. You do the same to him and together you'd fly into the clouds and beyond where rain was nonexistent.