A/N: Whoops-a-daisy, forgot the disclaimer again: Star Wars is my life, but, sadly, not my property.
He senses the first snowball an instant too late.
"Hey!" He whirls around, seeking the thrower, but he isn't there- well, at least not visibly there. Anakin is still about as good at masking his Force presence as a fire is at hiding on a moonless night. "I know you're there, Fathe-"
He senses the second snowball an instant too late.
So Obi-Wan's decided to play dirty, has he?
An hour later, utterly soaked, Luke realizes that he is having fun.