♥My Very 1st Tag | ~Filofax:Forever~ | ~Evil Slythie~ | Chris' Caretaker♥ LXIX. Snowball (95)
"Mum, what's this?" Frida asked curiously while visiting her parents on a Saturday afternoon. Her mother had asked her to get a bag of ice.
Clara entered the kitchen and spotted Frida looking into the freezer, "The snowball?"
"Yeah. Why's it in here?"
The older woman chuckled and peered into the freezer as well, "Your brother made that seven years ago. He was planning on throwing it at you when you arrived home after sixth year." There was a wide smile on Clara's face.
"Sounds like him." Frida smiled and removed an ice bag, careful not to damage the snowball.
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