Young Melanie: What do you want to marry me for anyhow?
Young Jake: So I can kiss you anytime I want.
~ *Sweet Home Alabama*
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"Well," she said, "it's snowing."
"That it is, sport."
"You know," she said, "muggle father's call their muggle son's 'sport' so what's with you calling moi that?"
"I don't know," he said with a shake of his head, "sort of catchy, ain't it?"
"No," she said, "I think it's stupid."
"Get over it, sport!"
She laughed and grabbed a heavy cloak. "Snow angels," she said, "we'll make snow angels then come inside and have hot cocoa! It'll be lovely. And Dean too."
"Why don't you make snow angels with Lavender?" He said, obviously not too keen on the idea.
"Because I want to make snow angels with you!"
Seamus muttered a string of curses under his breath and went to the boys' dorm to collect Dean. Dean was dressed in a pair of black slacks, a Gryffindor sweater and a scarf.
"You'll get cold, Dean," Parvati warned.
"Yeah, well, whatever," Dean said, trudging alone, already shivering. "I won't be out there for long."
Parvati 'tutted' in a superior manner and the three made their way outside. The snow falling on her golden hair as she danced with the wind.
Dean and Seamus stood watching her as they tried to hold back snickers.
"Well, come on you two," she said playfully, "come dance with me."
"This is bizarre," Dean murmured.
"Certainly," Seamus commented as the two went to join her.
Dancing with the wind.
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