“Let’s go Gray! Just a little more…we’re almost there!” Ethan bent forward like a horseman would and spoke to the Granian. “You’re doing great!” The Slytherin kept his eyes fixed on the finish line even if he’s already having a hard time seeing. Stupid, cold air. This is going to be a painful remember for him to not forget his snowboard mask and goggles ever. He could swear his lips is already a shade of blue and his face streaked with snowflakes…what with the blasting of snowballs from Lily.

“I can see the finish line, Lily!” And that means she should hold on because with that, another yank of Gray’s reins sent them racing forward, faster towards the finish line.

They might not be the first one to reach it, but boy. He’s glad that the activity is almost over.

MERLIN.