A/N: Hello! So I haven't written a Harry Potter fanfiction in ages and in creative writing we were basically assigned to write a fanfiction. So I wrote THIS lovely! It's really bad but entertaining! Give it a shot!
Disclaimer: In my fantasy world I own this because J.K. Rowling and I are the same person. Alas…we are not there.
Enchanted Snow Balls and Dark Lord's Noses
I needed to sneeze, I really needed to sneeze. Despite that I could not sneeze, Quirrell was outside in front of those vile students. If I sneezed now one of those filthy mud-bloods might hear me, alerting them of my presence. Qurriell's turban was uncomfortable against my nose. Great. Now my nose itches. I was tempted to call out to Quirrell, telling him to scratch it when suddenly said body part was hit with something spherical and freezing. Scrunching up my face I told myself it was probably just an accident, why else would I get a face full of snow?
As soon as I assured myself it was a mistake another ball of snow hit me square in the nose. Snow! That made sense! It was probably just a snowball fight that poor stuttering Professor Quirrell got in the way of, it would all be over soon. Just as I thought this I got hit with another snowball, then another, and a third. Suddenly there was a constant onslaught of snowballs with no time in between for me to think a clear thought other than "ow", "cold", and the fact that a frozen turban feels awful against the skin.
Ignoring the fact that one of the pests might here me I screamed, "Quirrell get me inside!" He began running as soon as the words left my mouth. As his pace increased so did the speed and amount of snowballs. My face was beginning to burn from the cold and despite the shielding the turban gave me I was worried that my nose would get frostbite, I hoped it would not need amputation, that would just be awkward. "Sir you're here for amputation?" "No not me, the face on the back of my head! It's nose got frostbite! By the way...did I mention it is the presumed dead Dark Lord who caused havoc to the world ten years ago?" Another snowball hit me in the eye, knocking me out of my thoughts and causing me to scream out to Quirrell again.
His running was causing the turban to shake, with the constant impact of snowballs I realized that it was beginning to come undone. Screaming out for Quirrell I told him to fix the turban and forget about my nose. He did not hear me, or if he did he thought I was calling for him to run faster. He'll be punished for this...once I have my own body again. When Quirrell crossed into the castle I instantly felt a change in the air, from bitter cold to heat. He also stopped running, a mistake. As soon as we were inside ten more snowballs came zooming at my face, smashing in at all angles, the last of the frozen furies.
Dripping wet and frozen, Quirrell walked shamefully down to our quarters, all the way by being laughed at. I distinctly heard him mumble something about blasted Weasley twins. Of course it was the Weasleys, those filthy muggle-loving blood traitors. Those two will pay dearly for this...as will my nose.