 95. Snowball
95. Snowball
The snow was falling fast and hard on Hogwarts grounds, and Samira was a safe distance away from the slushy ice, standing in the corridor to the courtyard. Nika was frolicking away in the snow, trying to catch them with her tongue.
Samira hated snow. The only reason she was out was because Nika begged Samira to come. Frankly, Samira wanted to make sure the eccentric Gryffindor wouldn’t hurt herself. Which was a possibility.
Suddenly, when Samira wasn’t looking, a snowball hit her in the side of the head, upsetting her delicate dark curls.
Samira whirled around. “NIKA!!”
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