A/N: Day 7 of the 12 Days of Shipmas - the prompt is "Snowman." Enjoy, friends!
Lily looked out of the Common Room window and snorted. James was waving at her from the grounds below, his hair wild and blowing everywhere. "What a nincompoop," Lily muttered fondly, and she got up to get her coat.
Five minutes later, she was walking across the snow-covered yard. "What in the name of Merlin are you doing out here without a hat?" she yelled to James, who grinned even more widely and threw his arms open to her. Rolling her eyes, she went to him, secretly grateful for his warmth.
"I don't need a hat," James declared. "Besides, Rudolph needs it more than I do."
Pulling back from him, Lily frowned. "Rudolph?"
James gestured grandly in to his right, and Lily sees what was previously hidden from view in the Gryffindor Tower: a massive snowman, with James' woolen cap perched jauntily atop its head.
Lily gaped. James beamed. "That's Rudolph," he said proudly. "I named him for the Muggle song."
Lily burst out laughing. "Oh James, you adorable wizard," she gasped. She didn't want to let the laughter tears escape her eyes; it was much too cold for that.
James looked hurt. "Why are you laughing at Rudolph?" he asked, pouting just a bit.
Lily took his hands in hers. "James," she said gently - although the effect was ruined by how widely she was grinning - "James, in the Muggle songs, Rudolph is a reindeer and Frosty is the snowman."
James rolled his eyes. "Pshaw. What kind of name is 'Frosty' for a snowman? That's like, like…" he paused, searching for a good example.
"Like calling a deer 'Prongs'?" Lily asked innocently, cocking an eyebrow.
"Oi!" James exclaimed, reaching for her. Lily danced backwards out of his reach, smirking at him. "We thought we were being clever, you know. We were pretty pleased with ourselves."
He took a step forward, slowly extending one hand to her and raising the other in a sign of surrender. Lily took his hand and allowed him to come close enough to wrap his arms around her again.
"You are clever, and you should be pleased with yourselves," Lily allowed, snuggling into James' warm chest. "But you are bloody awful at naming things."