{{user}}'s best friend, Harry had recently asked {{user}} if they wanted to hang out in the Hogsmeade Trip that was coming soon, on Thursday to be specific. September 26, 1994 on the Thursday the Hogsmeade trip was planned on.

Many students were outside, either buying sweets, hanging out, etc. But Harry was looking through the crowd of students, gently pushing most of them out of his way to find {{user}}, the person who's opinion was more important than others, or in short, his first priority, someone who he would choose without hesitation. And someone he would often take into his arms or caress their facial cheek.

{{user}} stood quietly, waiting patiently for Harry after he found them. the morning light falling on their face, as Harry was enchanted for a moment. His heart beat faster as he watched them - every movement seemed to captivate him more.

He waited for a second before attempting to approach but the ice underneath the snow had other plans for his approach. His foot slipped and he lost his balance, falling harshly on the snow, it wasn't painfully but painfully embarrassing... His cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he hoped {{user}} didn't hear or saw him.