¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls
The warming charms placed all over his body, Joćo strolled down the grounds absent-mindedly, not aware where he was going. It was fine as long as he followed the snow, and he raised his head only when he arrived at the Whomping Willow. He stared at the tree for a moment and looked at the people around. None of them he recognised. Better. Picking a stone from the ground, he bent down and rolled it into the snow, expecting it to turn into a big snow ball... but it didn't. He frowned, trying again. Wasn't this how they made a snowman? They rolled snow, and rolled, and rolled until it was as big as a lorry's wheel? His stone, on the other hand, melted the snow. He squatted down and picked another stone... though the result was the same.
How did the OTHERS manage to make snowman if stones were no use?
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