Harold Saxon (theonewhoran) wrote in whoville, @ 2008-12-08 13:43:00 |
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Harry was enjoying the snow more than he'd expected to when he first set eyes on it when opening his curtains that morning. He was bundled up in a big (black) coat and scarf and leather gloves and positively bouncing as he found a path in the park no-one had walked along yet and made deep, dark footprints in the virgin white of the snow.
He wasn't quite so happy when a load of snow slid off a tree and right onto his head, though. In fact, he looked pretty outraged, glaring about to try and see if someone had done that on purpose.