"One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban."

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George twiddled his wand absently as he sat beside Fred's gravestone, cushioned on a jacket and warmed by the everlasting fire burning in front of him. Despite the fact that it was snowing hard, the flames and mug of hot chocolate that he held kept him toasty warm. He gazed out over the layer of pallid color that now coated the grass and smiled a tiny bit.

"You know what I just realized, Fred?" He murmured softly. "Harry might have defeated Voldemort, but I'm pretty sure we're the only ones who ever hit him in the face with snowballs."

The wind whistled happily through the trees nearby as George, now grinning ear to ear, sipped his hot chocolate and watched the snow fall through contented eyes.


A/N: I know, it's probably one of the shortest stories in existance and it's terribly out of season. But I was re-reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, and when I read the quote above I realized what the twins were actually doing.

Sorry there's no quote, I figured the book quote would be enough for this one! Feel free to leave me some of those nice reviews you're all so good at ;^)