The Yule Ball

Maik laughed and dumped some snow on his head. "Still cold?"

"A little while ago.." Elrohir mumbled, looking at his feet. "You're upset because she's a Hubert, aren't you?"
"I have every right to be." Artorius replied. "Considering what her father was."

Sonia sighed. She sat on her bedroom window sill looking out at the sky. "Why does everything have to be so complicated?" she whispers.
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"Yes, very." Descartes chuckles.

"Awwww! Poor Descartes is cold!" Maik cried and rubbed the snow into his hair.

"He's not a deatheater anymore!" Elrohir said, raising his voice slightly. "How can you be so judgemental?"
Artorius frowned, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "His record is against him, Elrohir, I have every right to assume he's dangerous. I don't trust him."

Descartes laughed and playfully slapped at Maik's hands. "No fair, I can't hit you."

"Well of course it's not fair." Maik smlied, dropping more snow on Descartes. "It's more fun that way."

"I'm not asking you to trust him, father." Elrohir said, more quietly this time. "I'm asking you to trust me. I know what I'm doing."
Artorius stood silently for a minute, then said. "Very well Elrohir, I trust your judgement. I will say no more on the matter."

Descartes rolled over so he was on top and pinned Maik to the ground. "Now where did I put that snowball?"

Maik freed one of her hands and scooped up a snowball, dropping it on Descartes' head. "Right there!"

Descartes shivered as it ran down his face and neck. "And another." he says droping it on Maik's forehead.

"you didn't say you were looking for more than one!" Maik laughed and tried to shake the snow off her face. She laughed at his shivering. "Still cold?"

"Yes, sorry. I have poor circulation in my hands and feet." he blushed slightly.

Maik took one of his hands in hers, frowning at how cold it was. "Why don't you wear gloves?"

Descartes blushed. "I gave my last pair to Sonia." he says smiling softly.

"That was nice of you." Maik smiled

"Being the eldest does that. You are older than Elrohir, aren't you?"

Maik shrugged. "Not by much, but yeah." She rubbed his hand softly. "Your hand's freezing."

This caused Descartes to blush deeply. "I'm sorry." he says. "Thanks."

Maik's cheeks went slightly pink. "Welcome."

Descartes brought her hand to his lips and kissed it.

Maik smiled and her cheecks got a little pinker.

"You're so beautiful when you blush." Descartes whispered.