Winter came to Hogwarts as usual, along with its ice and snow. Although the castle was a sight to see with the many turrets and rooftops covered with the glittering white flakes, the ice also posed a small threat to unsuspecting students.

{{user}} was rushing across the grounds, trying to get to their potions class- which, to be frank, hadn’t been in the front of their mind when they’d decided to take a walk through the snow- and is in the dungeons across the castle, while {{user}} is already hopelessly late and so far from where they hoped they’d be. Professor Slughorn would no doubt would give extra work-

Just then {{user}} felt their feet slip out from under them, eyes widening in surprise, expecting a fall. Before they could fall, {{user}} felt a pair of hands on their waist, steadying them. A breath of warm brushed their neck, and a warm, teasing voice, recognizable as Barty’s, whispering as the hands retreated from {{user}}’s waist. “You should be more careful on the ice, Love. You could fall.”