The snow was falling fast and sticking to the ground, a guarantee for a fun time when morning arrived. Currently, a young Lemony Snicket was in his pajamas, gazing out from his academy window and looking at the streetlights just across from the academy, the snowflakes falling under them bathed in an orange-yellow light.

All while his younger roommate, Fernald, was hitting him with various pillows. Lemony barely flinched at the barrage.

"See, I don't get you, Lemony. I mean, I'm all for snow and scenery, but jeez, does that ever get boring?" Fernald said, throwing his share of pillows back onto his bed.

"No, not really." Lemony replied in a dreamy state.

"You're weird. I mean, why look at the snow when you can play in it?" Fernald said. Lemony glanced back to tell him that we can't go out until morning, until he noticed Fernald already had his patched-up-a-million-times winter coat on, a pair of boots, and was currently slipping on some torn looking gloves.

"… You're not actually going outside, are you?" Lemony said, eyeing his younger companion.

"I'm in if your in." Fernald said, boredly. Lemony took one last look at the window, then the clock, which currently said 10:31 PM, and sighed out an "Okay."

Fernald' face lit up. "Excellent! Know anyone who'd like to be dragged outside with us? Some upperclassmen, mayhaps? Don't hold out on me, Snicket, I know for a fact you've got connections."

Lemony sighed. "All I've got my brother and sister…"

"The twins? They'll do."

"… And Olaf and Esme, if we're that desperate." Lemony said as he pulled his arms through his thick jacket's sleeves.

"Okay, so. Avoid Olaf and Esme." Fernald said, tapping his foot impatiently. "Jeez, hurry up, we're burning the tenth hour oil here!" he scoffed as he walked through the door.

"Alright, alright, I'm done, let's go." Lemony said as he hastily followed Fernald out, slipping his gloves on in the process.

The corridors were dark and long, filled with doors, sometimes with lights streaming out from under them. Then came Kit and Josephine's door.

"You know, maybe this is a bad idea…" Lemony started, but Fernald was already knocking at the door.

Kit answered, her hair down, glasses askew, and in an old looking nightshirt.

"Hiya, Kit!" Fernald said cheerfully. "Look, I was wondering if you'd like to accompany us---"

"No." Kit said sternly, slamming the door.

Fernald's smile didn't leave his face. "Well, she's tired. We'll try again later. By the way, Lemony, you're lucky! Kit's gorgeous even with a fancy VFD uniform or makeup on her…"

"Shut up, Fernald."

"Hey, it's a compliment."

And here was Jacques' and Monty's door. Lemony failed again to protest, and Monty opened the door, not looking nearly as angry as Kit, though just as sleepy.

"Nightmares?" Monty said, rubbing his eyes under his glasses. He actually looked rather well kept for someone who just woke up, as his hair was oddly tidier than usual.

"Nope. Look, Monty, me and Lemony have an idea, but we've gotta pull it off tonight, and we need a few people to back us up." Fernald said, eyes glancing around the hallways and sometimes to the blob inside Monty's room that was Jacques while sleeping.

Monty raised an eyebrow. "I'm listening."

"So, it's the first big snow of the year, right?"

"Right."

"So, we wanna be the first people to head out there and make snowmen, having snowball fights, all that jazz."

"Uhh... Huh."

"So yeah. Will you and Jacques help us here?" Fernald said, trying to manage the best puppy dog eyes he could.

Monty shrugged. "Gimme five seconds." He then turned around, yanked the covers off Jacques bed, taking Jacques with him. Monty then opened his closet, quickly threw on a coat and threw one at Jacques, who was still struggling to get up. Monty knelt down to his roommate, said "We're going outside, and no you don't have a choice.", then he briskly walked out the door, not missing a single beat, while Jacques scurried behind him, trying to run and put on boots at the same time.

Fernald and Lemony sideways glanced at each other, both exchanging looks of that-was-so-awesome, before it occurred to them that their older friends were walking quite quickly and that they'd better start running.

"Uh, wait." Lemony said as they finally caught up to them.

Fernald sighed heavily. "Lemony, if you say this is a bad idea again, I swear, I'll`---"

"No, I kinda... Wanna ask someone else. They just live in this corridor and I was wondering..." Lemony said.

"Oh. Alright then. Carry on." Fernald said. With that, Lemony was quickly ahead of the group and eagerly knocked on a door.

And out came a young Beatrice, still wide awake, dark curly hair falling over her shoulders and a blanket tightly wrapped around her oversized night gown.

"Oh. Hi Lemony." She said with a tired, quiet voice.

"Hi Beatrice. I know it goes against the school rules and all, but me, Monty, Jacques, and Fernald are sneaking outside to play in the snow and I was wondering if you would, uh, accompany us." Lemony said quickly.

Beatrice smiled. "Just give me a few minutes to put on some pants." With that, she shut the door, the distinct sound of rustling and humming could be heard from her room, and then she reopened the door, hair tied up in a messy sort of bun, a pair of worn jeans, some dark boots, and a lovely dark red button-down coat. "Ready when you are." She said, smiling.

"And we're off again!" Fernald said, starting to walk towards the stairs at the end of the hall. "Just follow me, guys, this is an easy way out. Trust me."

And soon, they were following Fernald downstairs, and then there were the grounds, covered in snow and bathed in orange-yellow streetlights.

The next few minutes were a blur of snow and excitement. Fernald launched a snowball at Monty, Monty thought Jacques did it, so he launched one back, but Jacques ducked and it hit Lemony on the back of the head which caused Beatrice suggest they just make snow angels. And then Beatrice launched a hard snowball to Fernald's stomach, and the fight was on. Snow flew, everyone was laughing, and suddenly everyone froze (No pun intended) when a voice rang out saying "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"

It was Kit, a tad less disheveled than earlier, in a quickly-thrown-on-jacket.

"You have any IDEA how many rules you are breaking? I should report you all right---" Kit never finished her sentence, as a snowball hit her in the face, knocking her back, and to this day, no one knows who launched it.

Kit got angry, and threw a snowball back at Jacques.

And suddenly, the snowball fight was on again, with the added high-pitched laughter of Kit's.

Beatrice smiled. "Mother was nice, was she?"

"Indeed she was." Lemony said, navigating his way through the crowded train station. "Ah, there's our line." He said, spotting a bored look employee handing out tickets to a place know as "Very Fine District", with a line that was about the length of Rhode Island.

"Well. We'll be here longer than expected. How about a nice one about your father?" Lemony said as he took a place in line.

Beatrice nodded as she got in line beside her uncle.

Little known fact: Fernald had the mind of your average caffeine addicted mob goon at the age of 10. And dang do I ever love writing him like that.