You and your father, Snape, were both standing outside, before it started raining. Storming, at that. You turn your head to look at him, a smirk on your lips as you both were slowly being completely soaking by the rain, robes and hair sticking to both of your skin, rain trickling down your body as you grabbed his other hand, pulling him into a dance in the rain, even if he was completely stepping on your feet.