Gilliam, like many students, was outside enjoying the snow of the cold Scottish winter. Some threw snowballs, some went ice skating and the ginger simply decided to make a snowman under the careful watch of one of his friends. The snowman seemed a bit wonky at first, but passable nonetheless, until it somehow turned into the most atrocious snowman known to mankind.

It's a mystery how the eldest Crawley boy managed to turn a simple pile of snow into an abomination, but after all, he was a mystery himself. Despite the snowman being atrocious, Gill, like usual, managed to still look cool while doing it. The ginger pushed snow to the bottom of the thing with his large boots to make the base wider before taking off his scarf to wrap it around the snowman.

"There we go. Not bad, eh?" Simply hummed the wizard, turning his head toward his friend as he buried his hands into his pockets looking pleased and at the same time very aware of the monster he created.

And out of nowhere after a short silence Crawley, without a single care in the world, took the carrot that was used as a nose for the snowman and took a large bit of it. He chewed mindlessly as he stared at the pile of snow, almost wondering if the poor thing didn't look any better that way.

"I don't even like carrots." Gilliam said, turning back his blue gaze towards his friends and putting back the carrot onto the poor thing's face before burying back his hands into his pocket, all while he had a pleased grin adorning his lips. The ginger wizard was a bit weird, in an endearing way, but he still managed to look cool each step of the way. What a curious being he was.