Snow
Challenge #11: The Unstandard Book of Spells
Harry Potter, Draco knew, absolutely loved snow. It never failed; anytime it snowed, Harry could be counted on to be tramping around through it bloody early in the morning before classes, after classes, and anytime in between.
This winter, the War had erupted, and students were not allowed outside at all. Harry could usually be found staring whimsically out of his tower window at the snow, longingly, as he currently was.
Draco sat behind Harry, pulling the boy into his lap. He waved his palm and whispered, "Niveus," into his ear, and enchanted snow began to fall from the ceiling.
Harry Potter, Draco knew, absolutely loved snow. It never failed; anytime it snowed, Harry could be counted on to be tramping around through it bloody early in the morning before classes, after classes, and anytime in between.
This winter, the War had erupted, and students were not allowed outside at all. Harry could usually be found staring whimsically out of his tower window at the snow, longingly, as he currently was.
Draco sat behind Harry, pulling the boy into his lap. He waved his palm and whispered, "Niveus," into his ear, and enchanted snow began to fall from the ceiling.