Hugo Weasley was in the garden of The Burrow, with his cousin Lily Luna Potter. She was on the swing, calmly breathing, as if meditating. Hugo was laying on the ground, staring at the sky, feeling angry at the weather. This winter was particularly dry- no snow. It was already Christmas, and it still hadn't snowed. I'm being irrational, he thought. But it didn't feel quite right. Lily went inside.
Everyone was inside, He thought sourly. He took another bean from the box of Every Flavor Beans beside him. He never minded the flavor of the beans, (Liver, he noted) because it's not as if they were the real thing. Everyone should be outside for Christmas, feeling the joy that is to throw a snowball at your family and friends, not stuck inside, merely talking. He got up in frustration, his anger reaching a boiling point.
Why couldn't it snow!
Immediately, a tiny, cold, pinprick touched his nose. It was snow. He ran inside, to get his gloves, and he watched as the snow grew faster, and faster, becoming a blizzard. Suddenly, it stopped, leaving behind foot upon foot of snow layered on the ground. He smiled his biggest smile. Hermione Weasley put a hand on her son's shoulder, and handed him a jacket and some gloves. She had a knowing smile on her face, and as his cousins and aunts and uncles rushed past him, his mother said:
"You wanted it to snow a lot, didn't you?"
"Yes. Yes I did." He replied.