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[sacrificemyself]

It's bad enough I have to spend Christmas in this weird place where people spend weeks at a time being, I don't know... girls when they should be guys or kids when they should be old or whatever. But if I find the funny twit that pelted me in the back of the head with a snowball and didn't even have the nerve to come out in the open and get it

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[eternallysinned]

[So here Hakkai was, out in public. A lot of people have been active as always including himself. What attracted him though was a particular level of anger lingering in the area. It was one of those feelings that you could just sense because it was so strong. Here you go, Ron. You called and Hakkai answered.

The brunette would approach the other, but he would do so carefully.]

Hello. Is something wrong? [Hakkai hasn't read the written entry yet, so he doesn't know.]

[sacrificemyself]

[Oh look, an innocent stranger. At least, he's pretending to be innocent. Ron's gonna glare at you for a while, Hakkai, until he figures out whether you're friend or foe. Which means he'll be doing the glaring for quite some time.]

Were you 'round here about ten minutes ago?

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[eternallysinned]

[Hakkai didn't mind the glaring. He really was friendly so glare away until your heart is content.]

Probably. Did it involve snow? [There were a lot of snowballs flying around recently, and it was snowing.]

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[sacrificemyself]

[That arched eyebrow of Ron's just goes up higher, and his hand tenses around his wand.]

Matter of fact....

[voice]

[loyalotter]

Someone threw a snowball at you? You didn't see who it was?

[voice]

[sacrificemyself]

If it was in the back of my head, how am I supposed to see who it was?!

[voice]

[loyalotter]

I just thought you might've been able to turn around to see.

[pause.] It didn't hurt you, did it?

[voice]

[sacrificemyself]

[He rolls his eyes and is about to make a scathing comment, but then he hears her words. There almost seems to be some concern there, so his voice loses a little bit of its edge.]

Yeah, it stung a bit. Part of what got me so riled up.

[cruxofapotter]

[Hey man, if there's a snowball fight to be had, Harry's coming outside to back up his bff. Thankfully, he's back to his old self. He's bundled up but wandering out of the house in a good mood. And no, he doesn't have snow on his gloves. Yet.]

It's just snow, Ron.

[sacrificemyself]

[Ron glares up at him, gesturing one gloved hand to the back of his head.]

When snow's packed up hard enough to knock me for a loop, it's more than just snow; it's war.

[cruxofapotter]

[Point well made. Harry's going to join him up in that tree.]

Well then, do we know who we're fighting yet?

[sacrificemyself]

No, I-....

[Here, have a suspicious glare.]

Lemme see your gloves.

voice

[pathtoseele]

It's not that bad...

voice

[sacrificemyself]

It's cold, wet, and painful. Which part of that adds up to not bad?

voice

[pathtoseele]

That it's just frozen water and not something harder?

voice

[sacrificemyself]

When you're not expecting something hard and cold to come at you, it doesn't much matter if it's 'frozen water' or a steel chair.

[ voice ]

[savethelastchip]

Is someone trying to start another snowball fight out there? [ Chouji is chillax, as ever. ]

[ voice ]

[sacrificemyself]

It's not a fight. But if I got hit, you can bet somebody's getting hit back. S'only fair, yeah?

[ voice ]

[savethelastchip]

I don't think anybody can blame you for it; that's usually how it works. [ Sounds like a snowball fight to him, but hey. ]

[ voice ]

[sacrificemyself]

[A fight implies violence, and most snowball fights happen to be between friends. This definitely isn't about friends, and Ron doesn't see it as violence so much as an eye for an eye.] It's what-do-ya-call-it. Karma or some such.