A/N: For the One Character Competition. Used prompts: snow, mittens, snowball fight (sort of).
Molly Prewett was left inside alone. When snow started falling half an hour ago, Gideon and Fabian ran outside, barely pausing long enough to grab the hats and gloves their mother insisted they wore. Molly was right behind them. Unlike her brothers, she had remembered her mittens, but as she scrambled to put them on and catch the door before it closed, she felt a steady hand on her shoulder. "No, Mollykins. You would catch cold, and I need your help with the knitting."
"But-"
"I said no."
Molly ripped off her mittens and threw them on the ground, stomping over to the window seat overlooking their front lawn. She wanted to be out there, too, making snow angels and catching snowflakes on her tongue. Her brothers had charmed snowballs to fly about. "Mum! They're doing magic!" Gideon and Fabian home for Christmas from their first year of Hogwarts. They had wands now, and didn't seem particular about the rules.
"I'll take care of it. Will you get the yarn sorted for the knitting? I'll make you a new scarf and we can go out together later."
Her mum bundled up and went out the front door. Molly didn't bother watching from her perch; her mother's voice carried into the house well enough to know what was going on without looking. She smiled self-satisfactorily. It was always nice to have her mum yelling at someone else. Molly's own accidental magic had resulted in far too many mishaps, and far too many punishments. She couldn't wait for Hogwarts and the chance to learn to control it.
When her mum finally came back inside, red in the face from yelling or the cold, the yarn was sorted and the knitting needles set out. "Do you think you could make my scarf red and gold, for Gryffindor?"
She smiled and picked up the red yarn.
