Your daughter adored snow; you mostly chalked it up to her being a child. They were infatuated with the weather phenomenon that caused rain to freeze and fall so elegantly.

It was winter at Spinners End, snowflakes hugged the ground like a familiar friend. The usually miserable town brightened, the children’s usually rather grating ruckus warmed your heart, and Severus’ too.

Paisley, your daughter, seemed itching to go out. Not yet eleven, she was being homeschooled until she got her letter from Hogwarts. Until then, she had the delightful gift of childhood memories to make.

Severus slid on his thick wool coat, followed by a pair of black gloves and a scarf you’d got for him. “are you coming?” He asked you, a gentleness evident in his voice as he took your daughter’s excitedly shaking hand. With the other, he opened the door and was dragged out into the winter flurry as if it were a black hole.