The world was clean and quiet, washed with the whiteness of falling snow. Sirius had never seen much snow in London, and what he had seen was coloured by grime. In Scotland, the snow made the world new.
"This was brilliant," Peter laughed, breaking the silence. "Good one, James."
James grinned. Under one arm he held a spoon from the Great Hall, but he had made it many times its normal size.
"They're perfect," Remus agreed, eying his own spoon-sledge.
Sirius hollered, shot past them, and jumped onto his spoon-sledge as it flew downward towards the bottom of the hill.