William laughed. "By all means, throw snowballs at them. I can't promise they won't transmute a wave of snow to bury you under, though. They're becoming quite adept at alchemy."
Emily beamed, then frowned at Ed. "Uncle Edward needs to be weird sometimes, though, or he'd explode into paperwork confetti."
Annamarie nodded sagely. "She's right, he would."
William just shook his head. "They're thirteen, Edward, they think they're too old for everything fun. They'll outgrow it."