"You're such a twat," Lily groused as she pawed at her hair with mittened hands.
James winced the slightest bit as she shifted her locks and revealed a bright red mark near her left temple. "I swear I didn't realise I was throwing it that hard. Are you sure you're alright?"
Honestly, she wasn't even injured - the redness more there from the temperature of the ball of snow that hit her rather than the velocity. "I'm. Fine. I just need to get this off of me because it's cold."
"If it'll make you feel any better, we can go find a snow bank and you can smash my face in it after this?" Still, he felt bad. He hadn't been looking to massacre his girlfriend with a snowball.
As he moved over to where she was standing to duck and catch her lips with a cocky mention of knowing ways to warm up, Lily Evans was once again hit with the realisation that she wasn't always right in regards to her first instincts.
