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—— ・:*:・゚★ ・:*:・゚★ ——𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔢𝔫

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—— :*:・゚★ :*:・゚★ ——
𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔢𝔫

❝ gratitude !
—— :*:・゚★ :*:・゚★ ——

─── DECEMBER BROUGHT SPIRALLING currents of hazardous, tantalising wind that whisked the air right from everybody's lungs. Not even the roaring fires of the common rooms could bequeath the students with enough warmth to preserve the students' natural body heat. Gone we're the zephyrs and soft whispers, gushes and flurries, and swept in was the arctic, hibernal winter. Snow fell from the dove grey heavens, coating the grounds with its spectacular frostiness, turning the stone castle into a crystallised, winter wonderland. And not only did December bring a plethora of common colds and snowflakes, but it also brought the most unlikeliest of events-Alaska, Frankie and Bradley's once tight knit, impenetrable trio transforming into a group of five, Reg and Nolan slotting into the huddle at the Ravenclaw table. Bradley managed to put aside his prejudice and distaste for Slytherins, and everything they represented, after being implored by Alaska to see through the admittedly tainted reputations of the two boys she had grown considerably close to. It turned out, quite miraculously, that Bradley managed to yield his vitriolic loathing for the serpentine house, and he even formed a strong ( albeit unlikely ) friendship with Nolan-the two boys bonding over a mural love for Quidditch and Led Zeppelin ( one of the Muggle bands Nolan started listening to sacrilegiously in the hopes of aggravating his parents ).

"-brilliant weather, isn't it?" Bradley said one particularly ice cold day, the gaggle if five bundled up in hats, scarves and a plenitude of thermal layers, traipsing through heaps upon heaps of glistening, white snow. Everyone scowled, grumbling incoherently to themselves disparagingly. If it was up to the four, the group would be nestling mugs of smouldering hot chocolate between their now glove-clad hands by a fireplace, blankets strewn over their laps, neon wrappers from the box of Roses Bradley's mum sent him littered on the carpeted floor as they relished in the warmth inside of the strongC stone walls of the castle. But, Bradley had insisted they spend their Sunday afternoon in the weather, claiming "a bit of fresh air will do us all well!"-his relentless imploring had eventually rendered the other four to a defeated, but disgruntled, mess of 'fines'.

"Fuck off, Brad," Frankie spat bitterly, wearing at least three coats atop of her woolliest jumper, blowing into her cupped, glove-smothered hands, narrowing her eyes in disgust at her beaming boyfriend.

"Aw, c'mon, Gorgeous, you look beautiful in the snow," Bradley told her, engulfing her in a ginormous embrace, Frankie instantly taking his huge frame as an advantage, biting her face into his broad chest, smiling into it, feeling his warmth transfer to her, and ignite a cosines that ceased the rattling of her teeth and bones. She nuzzled further into him, keeping her arms firmly by her sides as his large hands moved into circular movements on her back, his chin resting upon her snowflake-covered tresses of unruly black curls, smiling into the ringlets.

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