I like this chapter much better. I'm quite proud of the imagery.
MELTING MARSHMALLOWS
(version two)
The snow glittered as we crunched down the icy road, our footprints marring the perfectly layered white. It was December, and Scorpius and I had just moved in together. We were taking a walk through the streets of Muggle London and enjoying the beauty of the cold whiteness that decorated the buildings and paved the roads. We reached a park, and entered through the rusty gate. The formerly grassy area was now glistening with fresh snow, and icicles were hanging lazily off the benches and monkey bars.
It started to snow lightly, the little diamonds decorating our eyelashes and shining like crowns on our heads. Scorpius packed a bit of fluffy snow together. Unsuspecting, his snowball hit the center of my back, thrown with perfect aim. My heavy, water impervious coat deflected it, and it splattered like a melted marshmallow on the ground. I laughed and soon, a full fledged snowball fight was in place, the kind that you only ever had when you were kids, with your whole body covered in wet, melting snow, and your coat never seemed to help because somehow, the cold whiteness always seeped through at the edges of your sleeves and at your collar.
It was the most fun we'd had in a while, and while we were walking back to our flat, snow looked completely different in our eyes than when we had first walked to the park. Now, every patch of crystalline while was a potential missile for you or your opponent, and every hill of white was an advantage against the enemy.
And it all started with the melting marshmallow of a snowball.
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