I remember one time when it snowed at home over Christmas hols and we (being my brothers and I) were bored. So, George got the idea that we should have a snowball fight. The difference was, we tied bags of them to our brooms and then had one while flying around.
And it was as brilliant as it sounds. Of course, Charlie cheated and charmed his to all fly out really fast. It was funny since he aimed them all at Percy, who refused to join in the fun but watched from the ground. Mum didn't share the sentiment though, she yelled at us for at least twenty minutes and, keep in mind, Charlie and Bill were fully grown adults with jobs and houses of their own.
Not that its gonna stop my mum.
Point is, there's loads of snow out there. Who wants to go have a fight with it?