Al held the feathers up on his palm, as they swayed on his breath like miniature leaves about to let go of their branch and fly. At last, Severus was close enough and Al couldn't resist it, he angled his face up and exhaled noisily against his feathered hand. The feathers shivered as Al let go of their needly tips with his magic and fluttered up against Severus' face. Al's now half-closed fist was still raised between them, like the bare tip of the world's biggest dandelion suddenly rendered bald by a gust of autumn wind.
Foof!
The feathers caught on Severus' hair and robes like clumps of first snow, settling on an icy soil.