Sunday December 13

Shell Cottage

2:31pm

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"Bull's eye!"

The snowball struck Louis squarely on the back; he could feel it vibrate through his many layers of clothing. Turning around he gave his cousin an evil glare.

"You better run James." Louis bent down and picked up some snow, rolling it into a hard ball as he spoke. "I'm going to get you back."

"Sure," scoffed James as he started to inch back, just a bit fearful. "I like to see you tr-yy!!"

James ducked as the snowball flew squarely over his head. "Darn it," muttered Louis in disappointment, "Just missed you."

"Hahahahaha," James started to laugh at his cousin, his brown eyes dancing mischievously. "You can't get me. You can't get me. You can't-"

A snowball struck James right in the back of his head. "What the heck!" James shouted as he wiped away the snow and turned around to see Freddie laughing at him from twenty feet away, his face half hidden behind an embankment.

"Did I get him Louis?" shouted Fred from his hiding post.

"Yep!" replied Louis as he started to inch his way backwards, to his own hiding place, knowing exactly what was going to happen next. Right on cue James turned back to him and drawled, "Oh, it's on Weasley."

Louis grinned as he ducked down behind his own snowball filled hut. "Well come and get me, Potter."

Within seconds, the air was ablaze with snowballs coming from all different directions. All three boys hid behind their embankments, throwing snowballs out as fast as they were coming in. In less then five minutes, Louis was covered in snow. He peeked over his hill to see Fred also covered in snow, only his dark red hair was showing. To his right, James was still behind his makeshift hideout but he was also paused.

"Truce?" shouted Louis.

"Truce." Came two responses back.

Louis rose from his hiding post and walked over to the center of the field, his two cousins joining him. "Not bad mates," he remarked as he observed the damage they caused. "Almost as fun as last years snowstorm."

"My dad says it's supposed to snow really horrid next weekend," remarked Fred as he brushed the excessive layers of snow off his jacket. "So we can have a huge battle then."

"Sounds like a plan," replied James as he tousled his hair, causing snow to fall across his face.

Suddenly, a voice from the house interrupted their musings. "Boys!" came the loud shout, "'Oo is ready for 'ot chocolate?!?!"

All three boys shared a look before bolting, the snowball fight now long forgotten. "We are!" shouted Louis, Fred and James as they ran anxiously towards the house, knowing that the one thing better then snow was hot chocolate. Especially hot chocolate after a snowball fight.

Author's Note: I don't really like this chapter, but it's all I could come up with today. Sorry.