Tomboy101: here's chapter two of Snow! I hope you all enjoy and as a quick Disclaimer, no I don't own Harry Potter, that honor belongs to the illustrious J.K. Rowling. Happy Reading

The next morning I woke up with the sun shining across my face. Stupid sun. Just had to wake me up. I groaned and rolled over onto my stomach. I really didn't want to get up. My bed was warm and comfy cozy. I rolled over and glanced at my alarm clock. The red numbers on the display read 8:00. I shot up so fast my head spun.

I was late! My first day at Hogwarts and I was late! Damn I hate jetlag. I rushed to get dressed in the uncomfortable school uniform, tripping and falling as I hopped around our dorm room. I was fully clothed in thirty seconds flat, a new record for me. Of course I stubbed my toe in the process and hit my shin against Lily's trunk which made my eyes tear up. Cursing trunks and jetlag and basically the word I grabbed my brush & backpack as I bolted out the door, pulling my brush through my hair as I went. I was halfway down the staircase to the common room when I realized I'd forgotten my Transfiguration textbook. I dashed back up the stairs.

The book was lying innocently on my nightstand right where I had left it last night. I growled & snatched the book up. Beside it on the nightstand stood a miniature of my family totem pole: an eagle on top of a gray wolf on top of an orca whale. I kissed my fist then tapped the eagle in a quick prayer to the ancestors before rushing back down to the common room stuffing my Transfiguration book into my backpack as I went.

It took me fifteen minutes to find the Great Hall and when I did finally find it I was so late there was absolutely no way I was going to have time to eat breakfast. And it was my favorite meal too! God obviously hated me for some reason. I don't know what I did to piss the Big Man off. I mean, sure, a lot of people wouldn't say I was the nicest person around but I'd never done anything truly evil. I'd never killed anyone for example, the worst I'd ever done was pull a few harmless pranks. Turning someone's skin neon orange with bright green polka dots wasn't evil, was it?

I made a beeline for the open doors leading to the Great Hall where I could smell the remnants of the delicious scents of breakfast. I checked my watch and groaned. Lily had told me that breakfast ended at 8:00, it was 8:16 and classes started at 8:30. I sighed but kept walking. Maybe Lily had saved me something, hopefully?

I was almost to the Great Hall when three girls exited; one of them had the flaming curls I knew so well. "Lily!" I cried, running over to her.

Lily turned to me and smiled. "There you are Jazz," she said. "Here," she held out a small bundle wrapped in napkins. I could smell the greasy deliciousness that was my favorite breakfast food. "I saved you some."

I snatched the bundle from her hand and ripped the napkins away revealing...I tackled Lily with a hug. "You are seriously the best friend and cousin a girl could ever have!" Lily laughed as I carefully picked up a piece, a look of absolute worship on my face.

"Told you," Lily said to Alice and Mary.

Mary held out her hand to Alice. "Pay up."

Alice sighed and dug around in her pocket. "Who knew someone could be so in love with bacon? I mean, really, it's just bacon."

I hadn't been paying much attention to their conversation up till this point, too busy happily savoring my glorious bacon, but Alice's comment made me snap to attention. "It's not just bacon!" I cried. "It's so much more! It's heaven on earth! It's the main staple for any healthy diet! How dare you say it's just bacon! Blasphemer! Heathen!"

Lily rolled her eyes. "Ignore her," she said, continuing to walk towards the white marble staircase, completely ignoring my tirade, "Jazz has always had a flare for dramatics."

Alice and Mary laughed as I glared at Lily's retreating back. "I do not!"

Lily glanced over her shoulder and smiled at me the way you would at a petulant child. "Of course you don't. Now, are you coming or not? We have Transfiguration first thing and McGonagall doesn't tolerate tardiness."

I scurried after her and ten minutes later found myself sitting beside Lily in the front row of double desks in a large, stonewalled classroom. Mary and Alice were sharing the desk directly behind us but of course Lily had to be front and center. And she says she doesn't have a complex about being a norm-born. As if.

I leaned back in my chair, tipping it so it was on two legs and stared up at the ceiling. My robes sure were itchy and hot. At least Salem let you wear what you wanted so long as it was within the dress code. If it was up to me I'd be wearing jeans and a t-shirt. It was only eight in the morning and I was already sweating. It wasn't normal.

I had just started to glare up at the vaulted ceiling when an idea came to me. All it took was a blink of my jade green eyes and the temperature of the room dropped drastically and snow began to fall but stayed confined to the area immediately around me. Ah, so much better. The snow drifted down and landed on my shoulders. Lily, sitting beside me, got it in her hair and when she finally looked up from her parchment—this place is seriously old school—her bright green eyes were glaring directly at me. "What?" I asked trying to sound as innocent as possible.

"Why, exactly, is it snowing?" she hissed.

I smiled as sweetly as I could.

"McGonagall will give you detention. Stop it."

"I'm just trying to make this classroom a conducive learning environment for me. You know I can't learn unless everything is just right."

Lily opened her mouth, I'm sure to deliver some scathing remark, but just then who should walk in with only 3 minutes until class started but a group of four very loud boys—well, technically only two of them were being loud. James Potter and The Ass seemed to be having some sort of shoving match going on between them. Remus was watching them with a bemused expression on his face while the fourth member of their group, Peter Pettigrew, was trailing after them like an adoring fangirl, complete with wide, admiring eyes.

I jerked my head at Remus in a nod of greeting but pointedly ignored the rest of the Marauders. Remus' mouth quirked up at the corners and he nodded back at me as he took a seat at one of the only two remaining unoccupied desks in the classroom. Peter sat next to him while James and The Ass, still joking around, sat at the empty desk in the very back row.

I turned back around to the front but my peace didn't last long. The Ass spotted me and I heard a loud yell of, "Darling!"

I did my best to keep myself from reacting, I really did, but it was hard. Did I mention that I hate being called darling? It sounds so patronizing, it drives me absolutely nuts. My shoulder twitched. Damn.

I could practically see The Ass's face breaking out into a wide grin.

"Hey darling!" he yelled again. "What's with the snow?"

I stared determinedly straight ahead. No way was I going to let him have the satisfaction of turning around. Lily watched me out of the corner of her eye. Her rosy lips twitched ever so slightly. My treacherous cousin was laughing at me! That was just mean, I mean, sure I'd laughed at her and James but that was different! She was obviously secretly in love with the Potter boy whereas I detested The Ass.

I slumped further in my seat and enjoyed the snowfall, concentrating on the feel of the icy flakes landing on my cheeks rather than how irritating people could be or how tired I was.

Just as I was beginning to get bored staring at a painting of several young girls playing in a field hanging behind the teacher's desk McGonagall came striding into the room. She was a tall, thin woman with light brown hair she kept pulled back into a severe bun. Today she wore plain blue-black robes that were meant to be functional rather than flattering. She still looked good but she was too intimidating for my analyses of her fashion choices to go much further than that. Plus, her sharp brown eyes flicked to the snow still drifting down onto me and Lily and flashed dangerously.

"Ms. Ravenwing," she said, her lips a thin disapproving line, "why is there snow in my classroom?"

I smiled up at her, flashing white teeth against tan skin. "Good morning professor. How are you this lovely morning?"

McGonagall's lips thinned even more, if that was possible. "I am very well, thank you. Now, why is there snow in my classroom?"

"Oh, the snow? I was too hot. These robes are rather heavy."

"Yes, well, if you would please cease, you are creating a drift."

I glanced down. "Really?" Sure enough there was a small pile of snow beginning to form on the stone floor. It was almost up to my mid-shin. I reached down and scooped up a handful, pressing and shaping into a snowball. "You wouldn't mind if I throw this, would you, professor?"

McGonagall scowled at me. "Yes I most certainly would." Taking out her wand she waved it and all my pretty snow vanished. "And you will be joining me Friday evening at six o'clock for detention Ms. Ravenwing. Now," she strode up to the front of the class and turned to face us, "welcome back sixth-years. Today we will be reviewing the spells you learned last year for your O. ."

I leaned back in my chair and pouted. All my snow was gone and I had Friday night detention. Just perfect. I sighed, no use in crying over spilled potion now.

I spent the rest of the class zoning in and out as McGonagall went over the things she had taught to the class last year. Most of it was stuff I already knew from Salem Witch's Institute so when the bell finally rang I eagerly followed Lily, Mary, and Alice out the Transfiguration classroom, Lily scolding me for my stupidity in angering McGonagall.

I rolled my eyes, ignoring her lecturing and said, "I've got Care of Magical Creatures next."

"Me too," Mary said, effectively cutting off Lily mid-rant.

"Me and Lily have Ancient Runes," Alice said.

I made a face. "Ancient Runes? Who would want to take that? Sounds dreadfully boring to me."

"It is," Mary said emphatically.

"Is not," Lily countered, having recovered from being ignored. "It's a fascinating subject."

I shrugged. "Whatever floats your boat, Lilykins."

"Don't call me that!" Lily snapped

Mary and Alice giggled at the nickname. "She hates that name," Alice said, her voice soft. Her voice was always soft, soothing even. It was a calming whisper that was relaxing to hear.

"Ah, but Lily won't kill me for using it, will you Red?"

Lily glared at me. "I might," she warned.

"No you won't," I countered, "I know too much."

"All the more reason to kill you."

"Then what's to stop me from becoming a ghost, learn every little secret you've ever or will ever have with my ghosty powers and tell them to the world?"

"I'll have you Exorcized."

I shook my head. "Lily, Lily, Lily. Haven't you learned after six years in the Wizarding world that those silly Norm rituals to ward off magic don't work? I mean, whoever heard of a Vampire being scared of two little pieces of wood fitted together to form a cross?"

As we were talking the four of had been walking down the corridor, now we came to split. "Whatever," Lily said irritably. "This is where we turn. Come on Alice."

"See you later," Alice said cheerfully, waving goodbye as she followed Lily down the corridor.

Mary glanced at me and smiled. "You know," she said as we continued on our way, "I don't think I've ever seen anyone except James Potter get Lily that angry that quickly."

"Oh trust me," I said as we walked down the marble staircase in the entrance hall and out the front doors to the grounds, "she wasn't angry. Lily angry I, personally, have never managed but I've seen it and let me tell you, it's scarier than an attacking werewolf."