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Daphne woke early the dorm had a quiet feel to I, the ever present noise from the forest that filtered in was missing, that could only mean one thing, Snow, lots of snow.
Laying in bed she luxuriated in the warmth and weight of the quilted blankets. Eventually her body made its needs known and she had to extract herself from bed to commence the day.
Snow days were always interesting, the lethargic feeling that she felt as she made her way to the bathroom was a definite snow day companion. The bathroom was unusually quiet, not empty just a cohort of students starting their day in a subdued manner. It was a far cry from summer when the mob of young women would be boisterous and the rooms asthenosphere quite lively,
Approaching the showers she stopped by Pansey, “Hey did your shampoo arrive or do you need mine again?”
Pansey looked up, “Oh, um mine was waiting for me this morning, poor Tyullan was soaked from the delivery, thinks for the offer though”
Entering the shower cubical Daphne waved her wand to start the water flow and began to shed her sleepwear, stepping under the spray she shivered as hot water met cool skin and let it run over her back in a glorious cascade of comforting warmth.
Her shower routine was automatic, and it allowed her time to ponder inane things, ‘Shower thoughts’ Harry called them as if the only popped up in the shower. Shoring at the silly but ultimately accurate name for that kind of thinking, she decided she should really talk to Hermione about the idea that the weather changed moods on a much smaller scale than just seasonal.
With her shower done and dressed to face the day Daphne emerged from the bathroom to see Tracey and Pansey waiting for her by her bed.
Tracey spotted her arrival, “Ready for breakfast?”
“So, what’s the big plan for today, Stay inside and pretend to study?”
Daphne shook her head slowly, “Depends on the weather I guess, if it’s still snowing, probably library and study, but if the weather is good Hermione and I plan to try and catch Harry by surprise with a largish pile of snowballs, want to join us ?”
Both of her companions laughed, and pansy replied “If it’s the library yes, if its ambushing Potter with snowballs then you and Granger are on your own, I want no part of that mess!”
Tracey looked thoughtful, “Snowball fight sounds like fun. However, I also am not going to attempt to help you get yourself on the wrong side of your boyfriend’s snowballs.”
The three arrived at the great hall and made their way to the Ravenclaw table where Harry, Hermione and Ron had joined Luna.
Ron looked up and nodded to the girls, blushing as ne noticed Pansy “Miss Parkinson, you look immaculate as always”
Luna cocked her head to one side, “You are correct Ron, Pansy does have fantastic tits!”
There was stunned silence for a moment before the table turned to the shorter blond, “LUNA, really”
Luna looked confused , “What?”