follow me; everything is all right.
As you sit at the feast table, feasting on the food and conversing merrily with the people around you, you feel something glittery and magical land on your forehead. Everywhere the magial glittery flakes touch something wondorous happens. Raising your gaze you see glittering snowflakes silently falling from the ceiling. As you sit there and watch, the snowflakes keeps falling until the entire great hall is shrouded in a white layer of glittering magical snow.
Rejoice in the sight of the snow, even stick your hands in it, Christmas has treated Hogwarts with its very own miracle. Ho Ho Ho!
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