The Great Snowball Fight of '73
Sirius' stormy grey eyes fluttered open, his ears perking up to the sound of soft padding at the window. He threw his blanket off his body as he hopped off his four poster bed.
Flinging his curtains open and wrenching his window up, he said, "Merlin!" Snowflakes were descending down at an alarming speed, painting the ground a beautiful white. The snow was at least two feet and Sirius almost fainted at the things he could do with all of it.
"What're you doing, Sirius?" Lupin muttered his amber eyes bleary from sleep as he sat up on his maroon decorated bed.
"Snow, it's snowing! It's a blizzard! A snowstorm! A winter wonderland!" Sirius listed off giddily as he stuck his head out the window. Suddenly, a tree branch above dumped its snowy contents on the unsuspecting boy below. "AHHH!"
"Okay," muttered Remus, already falling asleep, "just don't kill yourself or anything..."
Sirius reeled back his head, shaking the snow off. The snow landed on Peter who screamed shrilly, falling off his bed.
"James, wake up, man! It's snowing!" Sirius bellowed towards the blanket covered figure snoozing away. The door to their bathroom opened, and James walked out wearing a snowsuit, jacket, mittens, scarf and boots.
"Hey," said James excitedly. "Get dress, mate, it's snowing!"
Peter picked himself off the floor. "Wait, if you're here, then who's sleeping on your bed?" At that moment, the figure underneath James' quilted covers gave a loud snore.
James started, and then looked behind him. "Oh, I almost forgot," said James, turning back to his friends. "That's the 7th year Stan. He paid me 3 Galleons just to sleep on my bed for the night … something about McGonagall wanting him for detention, I think."
That finally woke up Remus and he threw his pillow at James. "You idiot! What'd you do that for? You could've at least raised the price!"
"See? This is why you're a Marauder, Lupin!" said Sirius cheerfully.
The second years, all clad in winter gear, raced out of the castle, diving in the huge pile of snow. Peter was making snow angels with a third year named Frank Longbottom. Remus was carefully molding the Lean Tower of Pisa out of sticks and snow. Sirius and James were attempting to charm their snowballs to destroy Lily's snowman.
Naturally, she wasn't pleased.
"STOP IT!" shrieked Lily, balling her hands into fist. Her red hair was flying behind her and her pale skin contrasting with her emerald green eyes made James think she looked like a princess.
Of course, he would never admit that.
Instead, he decided to chuck some more snowballs at her snowman.
"Leave us alone, Potter!" yelled Alice Withers. She, too, looked angry. They had taken their wands out and were waving it around threateningly.
"Why should we?" scoffed Sirius. "We're just having fun! I'd like to see you stop us. I mean, you're just a bunch of girls – OOF!" He clutched his stomach, moaning slightly.
"Ha!" said Marlene McKinnon, cracking her fists and glaring coldly. "Just a bunch of girls, are we?"
"Please, fellow students!" Remus tried to keep the peace. "Let us all resume our previous activities that does not include – HEY!" He wiped the snowball slowly sliding down his face off. Eyes flashing, he growled, "It is so on!"
Thus initiating the start of the Great Snowball Fight of '73, which still had the participants arguing about who actually won the fight that day. Of course, some of these details were fabricated horribly like when Sirius claimed he did a triple back flip managing to knock Dorcas Meadowes out with just one perfectly aimed snowball, and when Lily allegedly chucked three boys into a ditch, somehow stealing their underwear in the process.
But one thing that wasn't butchered up in the story was when McGonagall unfortunately opted to take a long, calm stroll around the Great Lake and ended up getting four snowballs tossed in the face.
No, that sadly wasn't fabricated at all.
"Why do you reckon her eye is twitching like that?" muttered James to Peter, making McGonagall's face turn red quickly.
"DETENTION!"