James did not like winter. It was icy and slippery, and the snow fights didn't really make up for the never-ending infernal cold. He hated the deep layers of snow that coated the Hogwarts ground, and he loathed bundling up in the castle even more.
And Padfoot's enthusiasm was sickening as he bounded happily through the snow, in both human and dog form, having the time of his life.
Stupid mutt.
But as he watched Lily laugh, a blush adorning her cheeks, snowflakes falling into her outstretched hand, he found he could not begrudge the snowy season. Not one bit.
