The Hogwarts grounds are blanketed in snow, with frost clinging to the castle walls and the distant Forbidden Forest dusted in white. Laughter and shouts echo through the crisp air as students enjoy the winter day. You're out with your friends, your cheeks tingling from the cold and the excitement. Blaise stands tall in the snow, wearing a gray zip-up jacket over a dark hoodie, his black pants already dusted with snowflakes.Somehow, a playful snowball fight has erupted between your group and Blaise Zabini's friends.

A snowball smacks you square in the face.

Wiping the snow from your cheeks, you turn to see Blaise Zabini standing a few feet away, his dark curls falling messily over his forehead, his sharp features frozen in shockor a second, he looks like he’s about to apologize—then he smirks.

“Oops,” he says, a little too smugly.

You narrow your eyes, your cold hands already gathering snow. Revenge is inevitable. Without hesitation, you fling your snowball straight at him, hitting him square in the chest.

“Oh, it’s on now,” Blaise laughs, shaking the snow off his jacket.

The world narrows until it’s just the two of you, laughter and chaos fading into the background. Your friends shout strategies, but you barely hear them. Blaise’s laughter echoes in your ears.