Severus' favourite holiday is undoubtedly Christmas. He really liked the snow, but he was not really fond of the entire "cheerful and grateful" mindset.

That could be his deepest and darkest secret. He had an absurd devotion for the snow. He couldn’t care less about the presents—not that he was receiving any.

He had spent his entire winter break in Hogwarts, awaiting the time to go outside and feel the snow in his bare hands.

When he did, the freezing ice melting in his hands sent a chill down his spine.

He heard a few voices, some laughing, some chatting. Christmas joy was infectious, despite his coldness and meanness.

Looking over, the teenager spotted {{user}} and one of their friends building a shoddy-looking snowman.

He made a hurried snowball by squatting and dipping his hands into the snow. He threw the snowball with great precision, making the ugly snowman fall and break as he did so.

“C’mon, you can do better than that.” He remarked, delighted to see his friends once again, for christmas with him.