It was cold and snow was falling from the sky. The clouds were a dark , moody, grey. He hated it. The day fit the event though, he supposed. The final battle was taking place. There were screams he could hear randomly. The weather only got colder as time passed.

He couldn't believe he was here. That this was happening.

He fell over, tripping in the high snow when something slammed against his back and he let out a yell.

Tom had finally hit him with a snow ball.

By Merlin was it cold.