What?! The weather too cold for Quidditch? Lots of snow? Since when did that ever stop a perfect game of Quidditch?

Ooooooooh....wait...

FLYING snowball fight. Evil grin. That sounded..."Awesome!" she couldn't help but say what was in her mind. They were going to fly, so it was all good to her.

The bad thing was...snowballs...well, they weren't really that hard...but it could be fun.

'Ooohhh, a snowball fight, this was going to be fun' Marie thought. Raising her hand she said "A snowball fight is when you pack snow into the shape of a ball and throw it at someone."

A snowball fight, really? Destiny would be even colder now. 'You just roll snow up into a ball and throw it at people. That's it!' Good thing I have gloves on!

Maybe this would be fun..

At the mention of a snowball fight, Tino got a wild look in his eye. "I do!," he yelled, "I do! You throw snowballs at everyone else! The first one to run home crying, loses! Everyone's a beater and the snowballs are the bludgers!"

Ah, the memories. Getting his face shoved into a bank of frozen snow by all the neighborhood bullies. Tino had learned to put rocks in his ammo. But he supposed Vindictus would look down on a such a practice.

One more thing. . . the most important. Tino made an X with his arms, covering his midsection. "OH! But absotively, posolutely NO groin shots."

A snowball fight? As in...purposely throwing additional coldness at one another? LouAnn glanced down at her short-sleeved top, a look of horror spreading across her face. No doubt her lips were already blue and her toes and fingers were already like rock hard blocks of ice. Pretty soon, said snowball fight would do her in for sure.

"Don't we just toss a ball of snow at someone?" she asked, her hand in the air. "I mean, just scoop it up and peg someone with it, hmm?"

Vindictus grinned. "Normal Muggle-style snowballs. No magic. You make 'em and take to the sky on your broom and throw 'em at your opponent. Try to knock 'em off their broom and onto the snow. But here's the twist - if you get knocked off your broom, you can't get back into the air BUT you can still throw snowballs at your opponent."

He glanced around and he saw Plymouth with the whistle. "I need two students to officiate...."

Tibi, round ball of clothing that he was, didn't like the sound of this one bit. He was still super afraid of heights, but had figured maybe he could hover over the snow to practice. But he was going to totally be a sitting duck for any snowballs.

*shudder* Snowball fights were totally traumatic flashbacks to muggle gym class.

Tibi inched behind Plymouth... who he'd learned at this point probably wasn't going to be flying much of anywhere either.

Cela raised her hand.

"Professor? Can the people on the ground make snowballs for other people in the air? Are we in teams? Ravenclaw effteedub?"

The prospect of throwing people off their brooms was tempting.

But what if SHE ended up getting knocked off? And she got hurt? Right before an important Quidditch match? If the fall didn't finish her, the rest of the team surely would for allowing herself to get hurt.

She would take ONE for the team. A thoughtful one, she clearly was.

Pfft.

"I volunteer to officiate, sir."

OH THANK MERLIN. Thank Merlin. Plymouth was having a minor panic attack at the idea of .... flying and snow and hitting girls with said flying snow. He just didn't have it in him.

But he DID have a SILVER WHISTLE made of WIN around his neck. He raised his hand quickly. "ME. I mean. Um. Me, sir, I can do that. Please. I mean, I've been watching you for years, so ..." Clearly Plymouth was up for it.

He poked Tibi with his whistle for no reason whatsoever. "hehe"

He walked over to where Plymouth, Willow and Tibi were standing. "Alright. Plymouth is the main man with the whistle with Tibi as an assistant, and, erm, Willow - you get to use your wand to knock people off their brooms if they're getting too violent. You can even use red wand sparks if there's an ambush. The rules are...well, there are no rules. Winner is the last man or woman on their broom."

Chaos and mayhem were the rules. Winner takes all. Losers fall hard. Hehehe.

He now looked at the rest of the class. "Instead of our usual House rivalry, I want you to pick teams. And yes, Cela. You can make snowballs and give them to your team as well as throw snowballs at those flying overhead."

....

Knocking people off their brooms?

Oh, REALLY?

Openly grinning, Willow took out her beech wand with a flourish movement of her wrist and went to stand next to Plymouth and the little boy who's name, apparently, was Tibi.

Cool kid. Because he was a Ravenclaw, of course.

Oh yes! Evelyn was going to rule this lesson! MUWAHAHAhahaha...

*cough cough* Umm, yea. Excited as she was, Evelyn tried to keep herself looking as calm as ever, though she couldn't help her foot that was tapping in anticipation.

Teams? But didn't he just say the last person standing, or flying, was the winner? Why would they need teams then if they were just going to turn on one another? Shrugging her shoulders, she turned to Destiny. "Wanna be on the same team?" she asked, glancing at everyone else.

Vindictus stood there and scratched his chin. "Wait. No teams. This is war. Everyone's on their own but there is ONE rule you must follow - no attacking Plymouth or Tibi or Willow. It's their job to keep order while you pelt each other with snowballs. The snowball fight begins as soon as Plymouth gives the signal."

Hopefully the kids would listen and he shoved his hands into his warm pockets.

Destiny was already on the ground making snowballs. For once she wasn't scared of anything. Looking up as Evelyn spoke to her she shook her head yes. 'It might not be a fair team,' she said not really caring about the other team.

Then the professor corrected himself. 'Aww! No teams!' *sad face* 'I guess we are on our own.' she smirked and made more snow balls.

Marie waited anxiously for the signal to start. She had a feeling this was going to be a great game.

Assistant? COOL! No flying!

Tibi smiled, not that anyone could see with his scarf wrapped around his face so many times. He was frankly surprised Vindictus had recognized him. He nudged Plym with his padded shoulders in response to the whistle poke and looked around at his classmates.

Yep. No throwing snowballs at Tiberius!

Tibi stood with Willow and Plymouth, not quite sure what an assistant was supposed to do, but immensely grateful, none-the-less, that he had that position and not time on a broom.

Aw wha- No teams!? Oh well, more fun in that then. Smiling she turned to Destiny to say something...

But she didn't see her for a second. 'Huh?' Looking around, she turned back toward the front again only to see her standing there. 'Weird...' but then she noticed the snowball in her hand. Yikes! She was already behind! Bending down quickly, she grabbed a pile of snow and made a perfectly round snowball before squishing the snow together as hard as she could without breaking it. That way, all the snow would be compact together and will make it easier to throw.

Once done with the first one, she held it carefully in her arms while making a second snowball the exact same way, waiting for the Plymouth guy to give the queue to start.

Oh, no... this was not what Zoe was expecting at all. She needed about 5 more layers of clothes for something like this. Thinking quickly she pulled out her wand and quietly cast a warming charm over her whole body except for her hands. She didn't want her snow balls to melt in her hands after all.

Bending down in the snow she quietly began building her own private arsenal of snowballs.

Plymouth NEARLY walked over and gave Vindictus a well-deserved hug. He had the whistle, he was - THE MAN - and no one was allowed to hurt him with snow.

Best. Class. Ever. Where were all those people taking the pictures??? TAKE A PICTURE OF THIS!!


With an important sort of stride, Plymouth pointed at people randomly. No reason, just because he could. He looked at Tibi, indicating that he should follow Plymouth's lead.

"Treat others like you'd wish to be treated!" he announced before putting the whistle between his lips.

Just for show, he pointed around again. You know, really intimidating stuff.


WHIIIIISSSSSSTTTTTTTLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE



"NOT TOO ROUGH THOUGH!!!" Merlin save the first years...

Realizing she hadn't made any snowballs yet Marie picked up a handful of snow and packed it as tight as she could. 'Maybe I better have two' se thought as she picked up more snow and made another snowbal.

It was really great that people whose in their Quidditch rosters can attend the flying lessons. His knee quivered not because of the coldness but because he was chickening out a bit. No flying? He found that thing rather odd although sounds awesome. Snowball fight is great, he had had a snowball fight a few terms ago and he'd missed it.

As Plymouth signal the start of the war, Cedric formed two medium-sized snowballs. He glanced around. Hopefully, he don't get hit by anyone although he was expecting the he would be hit by someone sooner.

Vindictus smiled as the Plymouth blew the whistle to signal the start of the epic Hogwarts flying snowball fight.



OOC: Have FUN RPing this snowball fight and remember NOT to RP for someone else (prefects attending the class might warn you if I'm not online). If you do fall from your broom, you're going to land in thick snow. But all I want for everyone is to have FUN, FUN, FUN. To earn participation points, you need at least 10 posts after the start of the snowball fight.

Evelyn, who was on making her fourth snowball, almost dropped all of them when she heard a really loud whistle being blown off. 'That is like... the third time i heard that thing!' she yelled in her mind, standing up and glaring at whoever blew the whistle but then realized that that was the queue. Hurriedly squishing the last snowball together, she jogged over to the brooms while simultaneously transferring all the snowballs to her left arm.

Grabbing a broom with her right hand, she jogged a little more away and suddenly mounted it and flew off in a direction away from everyone else. She needed to get a little warm up in before she started to pelt everyone with snowballs. Flying high up and a little more away from everyone, she hovered in the air and looked at the snowballs. 'All still in tact. Good.' she nodded her approval and glanced at everyone else. Breathing in deeply, she flew in circles a few times to warm up.

It was a good thing her father made her practice every position until her bones cracked and mastered everything. Well, it was pretty much the only thing he did with her, and now she was extremely thankful for it. Being quick, agile, tough, and fast would surely help with this lesson...game...thing.

Ehhhh??? Snowball fight? She hadn't done one of those in AGES! There wasn't ever any snow in Taiwan but she could hardly recall the last time she had a snowball fight at Hogwarts. Vindickitus.... Was probably ZE best professor in the world. Snowball fight? Eeeeeeeeyay!

Livvy was so in it for the childish prospect of it. Even though getting hit in the face by a bundle of wet... Drippy... Slushy snow... Wasn't exactly an appealing thought. But who cares? Let's throw some snowballs! Livvy waited for the professor to give any further instructions.