In the blizzard of snowballs that suddenly seemed to have started flying all over the place, one of them hit a branch of the Oak tree right above her, showering snow all over everyone under it.
Aschere squealed from the shock and then recovered in time to start making some of her own ammo.
A manic grin appeared on her face as she spotted the person responsible, aimed, and fired.
Satisfied, she turned back to looking perfectly innocent, while trying to dust the snow off.
Last edited by Aschere_Tonks; 11-14-2007 at 07:00 PM.
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