Who: Hermione and Ron What: Recieving his present When: Christmas Evening Where: His Bedroom status/rating: In Progress/TBD
Hermione had spent most of Christmas locked away in Ron's room, casting every spell she knew. She had promised him snow, and luckily she knew the right incantations. Real snow, but it didn't melt. Just fell gracefully from his ceiling to his floor and rose an inch or so. It wasn't as cold in his room as snow would suggest, her spells managing to keep a comfortable temperature.
She had to admit she was rather excited to see his reaction as she sat on the edge of his bed, admiring her work. A perfect winter palace, something she hoped he'd like. All that was left was to wait. And hope he showed on time.