Prompt from cjnwriter: "Snowball fight!"
Wiggins felt a small tugging on his sleeve. He looked down into the face of their newest, and so far quietest, Irregular, Frankie. "Will you have a snowball fight with me?" the boy whispered.
"Me? Not Jamie, or Greta?" Wiggins asked. Jamie and Greta were very enthusiastic snowball fighters, and never turned down the opportunity to pummel each other with snowballs, happily co-opting any willing participant.
Frankie shook his head, dark hair falling in front of his eyes. "They're loud. And like snowball fights a lot. I don't know if I like them yet."
"Haven't you ever been in a snowball fight before?" Some of Wiggins' incredulity must have bled through into his tone, because Frankie just shook his head again, shoulders drooping.
Well, that clearly couldn't stand. "Alright, let's have a snowball fight. Just a little one," he hastily promised, taking note of Frankie's fearful expression. "Just to see if you like it. I'll show you how."
Leaning down, he picked up a handful of show, forming it into a ball shape. He could feel Frankie's wide-eyed gaze on him, and made sure to move slowly so the younger boy could see what he was doing. When he judged the ball to be sufficiently round, he threw it gently at Frankie. "See? Snowball fight."
"Snowball fight?" Greta appeared out of nowhere, immediately repeating the call at the top of her lungs. "Snowball fight!"
Within seconds, Irregulars were everywhere, flinging snowballs with abandon and very little regard for Wiggins and Frankie huddled in their midst. From his huddled position, Wiggins looked over at Frankie. "You alright?"
To his surprise, Frankie gave him a little smile. "Can you show me again? I want to be on your side."
Grinning, Wiggins gathered up another handful of snow, and prepared to teach the little Irregular how to win a snowball fight.