The sound of snow crunching under your shoes was a harsh reminder that you were going to have to endure this cold weather for longer then you wished to.

Sure, everyone liked the snow, even you could admit that it was lovely. Lovely and freezing cold. It was just hard to tell how much longer you could take without being able to feel your fingers because of how cold they were.

Another downside of the snow, was the fact that you were stuck at Hellton School ('Welton', but the nickname was deserved). It was practically just a little observation that you literally could not be anywhere else right now but the cold hallways and boring classrooms.

Though, there were some upsides to this weather. A fun one, at that too, and mind you, 'fun' wasn't a term thrown around that much there, but your genius mind figured something out.

Neil walked beside you, both of you heading towards yet another English class, when you trailed back a little to scoop up some snow and mold it into what you believed was a perfectly made snowball. Perfect, for the job, at least. Obviously, without a second thought, you threw it at Neil's back. The boy turned to look at you, an almost sly smile on his face. Oh, it was on.

"Really, {{user}}? Snowballs? That's awfully immature, don't you think?" He said, his tone sarcastic and he was already grabbing snow to make one.