Dedicated to @PotterFreak_12
Word count: 665 words
Quill: Eagle feather quill.
Parchment: 1 roll
Ink: Black ink.
(The word count does not include the words in or above these brackets)

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Ice spirals danced and leapt their way across the dark, frozen lake, their delicate tendrils like ribbons across the frosty surface. Lorelei watched, her whole body bristling with goosebumps under the comfort of at least a vest, a top, a jumper, a hoodie, a jacket, a body warmer and about three different blankets. Her deep brown eyes, smarting with the cold, occasionally flicked to the boy, dressed similarly, sitting quite a few feet away from her, his wand just touching the ice, producing the beautiful spirals.

Hurried whispers behind her almost forced her to turn but, captivated by the spiralling ice, she found that she didn't want to and, instead, just remained there, lost in her thoughts. A few moments later though, that was all forgotten as she saw the boy to her right dive to the side, a sphere of soft white powder exploding on his black body warmer. She was about to call out to him, to ask if he was okay, when a second sphere flew past, just brushing the tip of her ear, making her forget everything else as she turned, grinning wildly at the group of kids behind her.

"Which one of you threw that?" She motioned toward the second snowball that now lay, sprawled across the lake, its fine white powder spread in a thin layer over the ice. For a second, the kids, some older and some the same age as her, looked scared, uncertain of what this fiery girl might do. Her reputation must have preceded her, the one, of course, of the mischievous, mysterious and quick tempered girl, as at least twenty of the kids shuffled back, leaving one terrified first year gazing at his fellow student in horror.

"Well, you're the one I'm gonna get first!" She laughs happily, completely changing the mood, and scoops up a handful of the cold white powder in her gloved hands. Drawing her arm back, she pelts it at the short, wiry boy, hitting him right in the chest. Scrambling to her feet, she dives towards the shelter of the nearest tree as the other kids scoop up their own snowballs and send a volley after her.

Joy bubbled up inside, pure elation engulfing her as she scoops up a few more snowballs and, chucking them straight at the bundle of kids, she runs for one of the snow forts another person had previously occupied. Shouts of excitement follow her and soon she is bombarded by a group of about thirty kids - including the fourth year boy from the lake - all brandishing their weapons of snow.

In a last-ditch effort to save her already freezing body from the icy doom that awaited her, she held up her hands and uttered a single sentence. "I surrender." They pause for a second, the decision running through their minds. Finally, the decision made, a girl, probably second-year yelled out.

"Fire!" A sheet of snow rained down on her, freezing cold powder covering her from head to toe. Squealing with almost happy rage, she sprung to her feet and tackled the nearest person to the ground, relishing in their indignant scream as snow covered them too.

A bad idea on Lorelei's part though as, just as the other girl scrambled to her feet, the rest of the kids attacked, jumping this way and that, landing on top of her. "Help..." Even her voice sounded flattened as the pile of kids laughed jovially, spreading their limbs out to spread the load.

It took about five minutes for the whole group to clamber off of her and, just as the last person did, she flipped over onto her back, finally letting air back into her lungs. A hand grabbed her own and pulled her to her feet and embracing her in a friendly hug to keep her warm. For once, she didn't object to this invasion of space and, as she looked up, she recognised the boy from the lake.

"Hi. Sorry about the snowballs."