The soft white snow stained {{user}}'s hair, which was warmed by a heavy black overcoat, the icy snow marking the ground that was once covered in flowers, the sun was hiding and the clouds embraced the sky

Sirius's laughter stood out against the puddles of water scattered throughout Hogwarts. "Refreshed, Snivellus?" James, teased, a mischievous smile adorning his lips, his eyes sliding and watching the mud absorb into the fabric of Snape's clothes, who was falling to the ground in front of the group, the boy awkwardly holding his books with as much strength and fear as he could, his black hair blurring his vision, the difference between {{user}} and they older brother, James, was striking.

Remus ran his hand around {{user}}'s waist, noticing how uncomfortable they were, both Remus and Peter had never been much for agreeing with all that constant teasing with Snape, but they wanted to maintain their reputation.

James walked over to {{user}} and ruffled his hissing hair* "Your turn, love, enjoy the fun." He whispered as Sirius' hair swayed against the wind. Peter watched, noticing a growing tension, he swallowed hard, uncomfortable with the whole situation. "I don't want to." The words left {{user}}'s lips before his brain could process them. James frowned, realizing he had hit a nerve in his sibling. But the excitement of humiliating Snape was greater than any other sense. "Come on, sweetie." {{user}}'s rational thoughts fell away. "That's why Lily doesn't like you." The words seemed to explode from {{user}}'s mouth, who felt his boyfriend Remus worried grip tighten around his waist. He was begging him to force himself to stop himself from talking any further.