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It was a quiet afternoon in Balamb Gardens. The heroes were all gathered together in the second-floor hall, some sitting on the handrail, some leaning against the walls. It was a day off, in honor of the Christmas season. Not that anyone was a student anymore.
Zell was rabbit-punching an imaginary target. His eyes narrowed in concentration as he moved nimbly from positions, his giant-sized jeans not hindering his combat dance. Irvine was stading bare-headed, his wavy hair a mess, looking a mite annoyed. This was probably because Selphie was holding his beloved hat over the waterway, and threatening to drop it in. She giggled and tossed the brown hair that was beginning to reach her shoulders. Selphie had always wanted to grow it out. And now she could! Quistis leaned against the wall, watching them. The woman smiled and watched Zell trip and slide across the floor, bumping into Selphie and nearly knocking her over. The next part happened in slow-motion.
Selphie lost her balance.
Her arm flew with her hand clutching the hat, and her hand was over the rail...
Irvine's face registered horror.
He caught her just before it was too late. "Whew," Selphie laughed, "That was close!"
"No kidding," Irvine agreed, grinning. "My hat was almost a goner!"
"Your....hat?" Selpie glowered at him. He shrugged. That was it. With one swift motion, Selphie threw the hat over the rail and watched it drift out of her field of view. As he yelled and and as his jaw hit the floor, his girlfriend saw an oppertunity for a lecture. "You better learn to appreciate me, Irvine Kinneas! Not every girl would put up with you and your..your...HAT OBSESSION!" She sniffled and turned to run, and this would have worked had she not run headlong into Squall.
"What's her problem?" Squall asked as Selphie shoved past him and out of the hallway. Zell stood up from where he had been sitting.
"Hi Squall. Where've you been?"
"It's snowing!" Squall actually smiled at them.
"Really? It hasn't snowed at Balamb in.. years!" Quistis shoved off the wall with her hands and adjusted her belt. Since she had stopped wearing the whip, the belt seemed useless and uncomfortable. But she was so used to wearing it that she did anyway.
"I remember seeing it here once... Anyway, we're thinking about taking a drive to Balamb.You know, see the city in the snow." Squall shrugged, indicating that if anyone wanted to come, they could. It was still difficult for him to be close with these people, even if they were practically family.
"All right." Quistis nodded. Zell jumped up and down, excited to be Going Somewhere for a change. Irvine was still pouting over the loss of his dear hat.
"You guys go. I'd freeze without anything on my head anyway."
"Yeah man! You've got major hat hair!" Zell giggled to himself and ran to his room to put on a black jacket.
"Mis-ter Kinneas." Someone said. Irvine turned around to see a faceless hall moniter holding a sopping wet hat with two fingers. "Instructor Bains pulled this out of the water, and I believe it is yours?"