early january, only a few days after the students had returned to school from christmas break.

classes had begun to start up again, slowly but steadily. the excitement that came with the holiday season gradually faded. the magical part of winter seemed like a thing of the past.

that, however, didn’t make the weather any less….well. wintery.

sometime during the first class of the day, a light and elegant snow began to dust the grounds of the castle, casting the terrain in a mystical fog of white as snowflakes fell and clung to every blade of grass and tree branch.

the seasonal spectacle proceeded and didn’t falter at all throughout the school day.

and for some reason only the boy himself would ever be able to explain, the one and only james thought it was the perfect time to occupy himself on the quidditch pitch.

you had been taking a quick walk about the grounds at the time, enjoying the scenery mother nature had blessed as snowflakes continued to fall from the heavens.

the pitch was in the distance when you saw a vague figure float above the stands before disappearing from view.

who on earth would be out practicing in this weather?

you shrugged, deciding to investigate and beginning the journey toward the field.

once inside, on the snow-covered grass of the stadium, you squinted up toward the sky, hoping to catch sight of who you’d seen a few minutes before.

james grinned mischievously from up above on his broom when he’d spotted you cluelessly glancing about.

he silently floated down, hopping from his broom a good few meters from the ground, landing with a chaotic elegance only he ever seemed to posses.

“enjoying the snow day we have here? quite lovely if i do say so myself.”