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SilverTiger Having the race happen in open carriages really wasn’t the best idea, if Lily’s opinion counted for anything. It was cold, and now her robes were practically drenched in the middle from getting hit by the same snow that had caused Ethan to splutter. “I’m sorry…” she called out, the words trailing off into the cold air as they’d seemed to speed up even more. That and she’d had to reach out to grab the edge of the carriage again as the acceleration knocked her off balance again. At this rate, she was worried they’d end up colliding with the professors’ carriage, but then, maybe they deserved it, tossing snowballs in their path.
She swung around and cast another silent hot air charm in her partner’s direction at his complaint, though, hoping that helped. At the very least, maybe it would melt the snow still on his face. Hopefully it wouldn’t freeze and cause ice, but they were moving fast enough that she couldn’t see how anything could freeze. Except for the fact her robes were starting to stiffen a little, and she turned her wand on herself again for a minute before feeling her side get pelted by a snowball and spinning around again. That wasn’t fair, attacking them when they were distracted by practically being in a runaway carriage.
“Protego. Confringo. Impedimenta.” A steady stream of spells spilled from her lips, the main focus being more on not hitting Gray as opposed to really aiming. There weren’t any other carriages close enough anyhow, but there were definitely snowballs. Snowballs that she was starting to really get annoyed at.
Ethan nodded in acknowledgement as he made a face and tried to slow down Gray. Merlin, this horse is FAST. He seriously couldn’t feel his face anymore but his eyes are already watering from the cold air. The Slytherin however opened and closed his mouth to keep the blood flowing up his face. See? This is the reason why snowboarders and skiers wear masks.
The Slytherin concentrated on what he was doing that he didn’t realize Lily pointing her wand at him and casted the hot air charm. He did however note the change in temperature inside his layers of clothing, switching very fast from cold to warm.
“Thanks Lily!” he hollered over his shoulder to acknowledge her. Oh and heeey! Snow’s melting on his face. Good. Good.
Ethan cringed as his partner retaliated with a series of blasting curses, and protection charms around them. Merlin’s pants. Someone should remind him
not to mess with this woman.