It wasn't without trepidation that Sinead positioned her snow tube at the top of the slope. There was a reason she hadn't been sorted into Gryffindor; this kind of thing didn't really do it for her. At all. But if she had to do it, then she could, she guessed; as long as she didn't fall out of the stupid thing and break her arm. It might be easily fixed, but that didn't mean she was keen to try it.

With her face set in determination and yearning to just finish the course because, in truth, she was exhausted, she hopped into the snow tube and pushed off from behind herself, inching slowly across the snow at first but soon picking up momentum until she was rushing down the slope with wind cutting at her exposed face. And despite all of that, it was actually... kind of fun. Which was pleasantly surprising, she supposed.

For good or bad, it didn't last all that long in the end, and she whooshed to a gentle halt not far from the table of refreshments. She gave a sigh of relief and wriggled back to her feet with slightly less dignity than she would have liked, before making a beeline for a cup of tea. She wasn't usually wild on it, but at this point she really would have taken any hot drink that was on offer. And if it came with somewhere to sit down... well, so much the better. She really felt she'd earned it, for making it around the course at all.