Baby It's Cold Outside! [Molly M.]

Lily was so glad it was her last day before she could head home for the holidays. The small read head wanted nothing more to lay in her own big bed and check on her own little garden. Lily planted accordingly, each season meant a different harvest. It was a beautiful thing. Life, Lily loved to notices the small things that made a difference she walked the grounds her small boots leaving a trail in the snow. She wondered aimlessly snapping all types of photos. Lily was going to put together a scrapbook for her mothers present. If there was anything grandma Weasley taught her it was, gift came from the heart not the store. Lily had money saved up but nothing was more special then something one put time and creativity into. The holidays were going to be hard without her father but she tried to stray away from negative thoughts.

Lily looked down at the snow and grabbed a scoop of the white almost powder in her mitten. He looked around and when the coast was clear she took a bite and grinned. Oh it had been all winter she wanted to do that. When she finally reached the courtyard she jumped around giggling til she saw a face that caused her to smile. Lily walked toward the girl offering her normal dimpled grin. "Molly, may I take a picture. It's for a scrapbook I'm creating." Lily asked holding up her old styled camera. Once that was out of the way she grinned sheepishly looking around. "You out here by your lonesome? No fear, I'm is here to keep you company Molly Meadows." She vowed her voice full enthused and full of joy.

The snow had almost entirely covered the vast area that made up the grounds of Hogwarts, even the Whomping Willow had allowed a certain amount of icicles to form upon its tinier branches. Winter had finally arrived. The cold was bad enough, though the promise of snow ball fights and snowman building made up for it, and even though most would be returning home within the next few days she still had to duck to avoid carelessly aimed or charmed compact balls of snow from smashing into her head. Not that she minded much, it was sweet to see the first years playing happily for once and not being terrorised by a certain group of seventh years.

With a book nestled tightly underneath her arm and a muggle song stuck in her head Molly made her way to her favourite spot, ready to relax away from the hectic nightmare that was the girl’s dorm. Bra’s and books were flying everywhere as some of the more highly strung girls of the form feverishly packed, each one of them excitedly chattering about their winter holiday plans. Molly should have been one of them but with her parents both away on business over the holidays she was more than happy to stay at Hogwarts. If her Nan had still been around she would have surely gone to stay with her, but a tragic bout of pneumonia put an end to that tradition.

Finally she’d found her destination, the courtyard was almost empty and as she sat her book down and warmed an icy bench with a quick spell she curled up against the wall slowly losing herself within the pages.
Molly looked up as a familiar voice stole her away from the fictional world of Narnia.
“Oh Lily,” she grinned, as she saved her page. “Yeah sure, would you like me to hold the book or not?” she asked.

“Ah, my hero,” teased Molly, “but really this is the only place that isn’t crazy,” Said Molly as she sealed the book safely into the satchel bag “with everyone packing it’s just so frantic in the common room.”
“So are you all packed?” asked Molly “Or did that camera find a way to distract you?” she said with a light chuckle.