I'm sat down with Ron at Three Broomsticks, the both of us are eating fish and chips.
"These are a bit cold," he complains.
"The fish nor the chips are cold, but this tea is not the warmest tea I've ever sipped."
"What the hell Hermione? You got tea with fish and chips?"
"I like tea okay?"
"Disgusting."
"I know you like tea Ron."
"Yes, but not with fish and chips!"
"Whatever Ron. Look out the window."
"Why?"
"The snow is beautiful."
"We will go play in it when we are done eating."
"That sounds great," I giggle, "but don't get crazy."
"I won't."
"I can't wait."
"Then don't wait," He gets up from his chair and holds his hand out for me. I take it and we run outside and flop down onto the ground and make snow angels together. We then stand up and I roll a snow ball behind my back and then throw it at him.
"Hey!"
"What?!"
"That wasn't expected!" he threw one back and it hit me in the stomach.
"Ohhh!" I laugh.
"Should we get inside? I'm starting to get cold."
"Yes, lets go back in - and maybe pay the bill."