008- [Written] / [Action]
It's bad enough I have to spend Christmas in this weird place where people spend weeks at a time being, I don't know... girls when they should be guys or kids when they should be old or whatever. But if I find the funny twit that pelted me in the back of the head with a snowball and didn't even have the nerve to come out in the open and get it right back in the face, then snowballs are gonna be the least of his worries.
[Needless to say, Ron has a bit of a temper and doesn't take kindly to getting his head pasted with a snowball, especially not when it came at him so fast that he pretty much fell onto his face in the snow. Not that he's going to admit that, of course, but whoever does mention it is obviously the guilty party. He will be sitting by a tree by House 26, near where he got hit, his wand hidden up his coat sleeve and pointing to the snow. He reckons the power cap won't let him really do as much damage as his brothers had taught him to do with a nifty little spell, but anyone who passes by and annoys him runs the risk of being frozen to the bone. It could be a good, old-fashioned snowfight between friends/acquaintances, or it could get ugly. It depends totally on you. So go ahead. See where this leads, and feel free to claim responsibility for the snowball that started all this.]