Snow!

[tu_vas_triompher]

Snow! It came on suddenly, didn't it? But maybe that's normal here. It had been snowy when Feuilly first arrived; he remembers barreling around outside in it, in his June clothing, hugging himself with his hands tucked up under his arms to keep warm, too excited by the strangeness to go inside--

That same excitement simmers in him all morning while he goes about his self-imposed schedule of work, and only after he has finished his Latin lesson does he hurry over to Harry's room. No Harry there, but the dogs are in: Feuilly gets their leashes on and bundles along outdoors. It seems very likely that Harry's already there.

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[harryhotspur]

Harry pretends to hesitate for a long moment, then brushes the snow off of his hands and offers one to Feuilly. "Ay, ay, a truce."

[tu_vas_triompher]

This time he takes the offered hand without any nonsense. "--I do like the hat. And now I'm freezing. Come on, we'll go in? Or at least as far as the stable?"

[harryhotspur]

Harry grins sheepishly as he tugs Feuilly up. "Let us. I would not have thee freeze."

He reaches over to brush a little bit of snow off of Feuilly's shoulder, then slings an arm around before starting for the stables.