A/N: I am finally beginning to feel festive :D MERRY CHRISTMAS 2013! :D
1. Being Flamboyant
"Al, I am rather bored of making these fat, lazy-looking snowmen with the same old coal eyes and carrot noses. I'm in the mood for something…different, this year, you know?"
His younger brother nodded sagely.
"Yes, I hear you," he said, understanding his restless brother's predicament perfectly. While the rest of his cousins were out throwing snowballs or making snow angels, James and Albus were busy feeling disgruntled over the tiresome repetition of winter festivities.
"If you're so bored, you two could help mum with the plum pudding, it's rather tiresome for the two of us to work on it all alone," Lily said as she sneaked up on her brothers and the older boys jumped.
"Lils! Where did you come from?" Caked with flour and bits of plum preserves, the answer was rather obvious.
"You tell me," she said drily.
"James!" Albus yelled suddenly, causing his brother to jump again.
"Merlin, what's with you two and all that shouting?"
"Says the brother who screams for a living," said Lily as she walked off to the kitchen again. James shook his head.
"When did she get all…" James trailed of pensively. "Our baby sister is all grown up!" Albus pretended to wipe a tear off his cheek and James shoved him.
"Al!"
"Back to my genius idea," the younger boy continued smugly as he dodged his brother. "I've been thinking…"
An hour later, Ginny Weasley was witness to perhaps the oddest sight she'd ever seen. She peered from the window, struck with astonishment as James floated an enormous snowball before him. It wouldn't have been a very surprising sight had her younger son not been at the very core of the gigantic snowball. All her little nephews and nieces shrieked with delight around the Albus-snowball, pelting him with smaller snowballs or trying to grab any part of his floating self.
A sudden burst of panic flooded her thoughts as she imagined the snow freezing her little son to death, and she ran out through the door and nearly broke the little procession that was headed to the house. Lily tailed her mother curiously, wondering what antic her brothers had gotten into now.
"James!" Ginny hollered as she ran towards the giant floating snowball. Before she could utter another word, however, George stepped up to her and grinned.
"Come on, Ginny," he said, eyes sparkling with laughter. "Do you really think that I, a loving uncle and responsible adult would allow Albus to freeze in there?"
"I don't quite know about responsible," Ginny grumbled.
"Mum, I'm a human snowball! What says Christmas better than a live, Albus-filled snowball of the Potter variety?"
Ginny's frown broke into a smile as she blew a kiss up to her son.
"I'm glad you're not cold in there, Al. Now get down here, or else's you're going to miss my famous plum pudding!"
Entered in –
The Het-Tastic Drabble-Athon Competition, prompt #8 – snowball
The Race to the Top of Mount Potter Competition, prompt – understanding
The 25 Days of Christmas Challenge, prompt – snowball fights
The Twelve Days of Christmas Style Challenge, drabble #5