[Yes, Tonks is outside CH3, building snowmen and gathering a large collection of snowballs. She is doing this largely by hand, rather than using her wand.]
[There's a pause, as she considers what a dark and cold childhood this boy must have.]
Well, you make little balls of packed-together snow. And you fling them at each other. Until you're tired and wet and cold and then you go inside for hot cocoa.
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Well, you make little balls of packed-together snow. And you fling them at each other. Until you're tired and wet and cold and then you go inside for hot cocoa.
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I'm Tonks, by the way! What's your name?
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