Having established a ten-inch high base for her snowman, Louisa fought to get on her feet -succeed- and then admired her well-thought and slow work. "Now... the low part of the body." She looked around, hands on her hips -that were totally unrecognizable under those clothes- and saw the different ways students were doing snowmen.

Hmm.

She settled on the classic way and started rolling a snow ball. Needless to say that she stumbled, grunted and sighed aaaall the way until the snowball was big enough.

Panting and actually SWEATING, Louisa took her wand out, holding it really clumsily with her thick gloves. "Okay...Locomotor snowball." She panted and moved her wand toward the newly made snowball. Then very slowly she dragged it to the base...and because she was staring at the snowball moving, Louisa didn't see the little bump of snow that probably belonged to a student who abandoned his/her job.

CRUNCH!

She fell and that wasn't the news... her wand flew out of her hand and the snowball thudded on the ground, cracking down.

Louisa cracked down too. Emotionally cracked down. Her work in this super thick outfit had gone with the wind.