Chapter 74: Christmas Eve
"Kyle, come build a Yeti with us!"
Fred and George called out enthusiastically, inviting Kyle to join their snowy creation.
But Kyle declined without hesitation. Their artistry was on another level—abstract, with free-flowing lines that gave their work a mysterious, avant-garde charm. Kyle thought, I'm just an ordinary guy with average skills. How could I contribute to such a masterpiece?
No, he didn't deserve to be part of it.
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A bit further on, a group of young Hufflepuffs had gathered around the Black Lake, marveling at the way the heavy snowfall had caused it to freeze over. They were debating whether to drill a hole in the ice to catch a few fish, dreaming of a fresh stargazy pie.
Nearby, other students were engaged in a spirited snowball fight. Kyle spotted an older Gryffindor student slyly stuffing a stone into a snowball, intending to aim it at a Slytherin.
Unfortunately, his aim was a little off. The "special" snowball traced an arc through the air and nearly struck Professor Oren, who happened to be passing by.
"Young man, you must take more care during a snowball fight," Professor Oren said calmly, flicking the snowball aside with his wand, "and avoid mixing in stones. I'll let you off without deducting any points this time, but don't let it happen again."