Frolicking (Open)

[halle]

"The Past is History, the Future is a Mystery, this Moment is a Gift - that's why it's called The Present."

Halle allowed a wide grin to spread across her face as the door into the courtyard came into view. It'd been almost two days since she'd been outside in the brisk winter air, thanks to recent homework assignments and she was dying to get outside, especially since it had snowed again in the last 24 hours and fresh snow meant snow ball fights. She strode quickly across the polished marble floor and barely managed to sidestep the dangerous rug edge as she passed by it for the third time that day. Someone should move that. She thought crossly as she continued on her way. I trip over it at least once a day and someone less resilient than me might end up getting injured. Then again, It might just be me. She amended as she stubbed her on an imaginary obstacle and barely managed to avoid falling flat on her face.

With a slight sigh of relief she managed to haul the heavy door open and step out onto the front stairs all in one piece. She turned to face the snow covered courtyard and inhaled deeply, enjoying the slight sting of the cold winter air as it passed through her wind pipes. She exhaled and cautiously made her way forward, hearing the tell tale signs of a snowball fight just around the corner from her. She had no intentions of being pegged just because she was caught unawares. Realizing that the fight was farther away than she had originally guessed, she trotted down the stairs and onto the snow covered stone, hearing the crunch of her feet with each step she took, her relatively new yellow snow boots holding their own.

Watching the air around her for snowballs, she quickly made her way to wards an already snow free bench she had spotted earlier from the common room window. As she walked, she kept one eye on the slick, snow covered ground, avoiding danger spots, all the while checking the air for errant snowballs that came her way. As the bench came into view, the crunch of boots making their way through the snow behind her alerted her to the possibility of an attack. With the bench, and it's near by tree only five feet away, she made a dash for cover and launched herself behind the tree, scooping up a handful of snow to be made into a snowball before peaking cautiously around the side of her cover to see who had come up behind her.

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