Snow Day! (Dare/Michael) (lawns)

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare was cursing under his breath as they approached the doors. The temperature had dropped uncomfortably the moment they'd gotten to the entrance hall, and now he was wondering if he was insane for wanting to go out there. He could remember how miserable he'd been when they'd gotten into the Room of Requirement last night. Of course, he could also remember those teasing little flakes drifting like nothing he'd ever seen before.

It wasn't until they'd reached the steps and he could see everything spread out in front of him that his muttered complaints died into stunned silence. There was white everywhere. All at once, Dare's eyes brightened and he grabbed Michael's hand, bursting into a sprint for the stairs.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael grinned and his eyes sparkled at Dare's excitement in the moments before he was pulled away and down the stairs. He gave silent thanks that the stairs weren't slippery or iced over, and held Dare's hand tightly. "Excited?" he asked, amusement obvious in his voice. Yes, it was beautiful, but Michael's eyes were on Dare, not the white covering the landscape.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's answer was laughter as he got to the bottom of the steps and ran straight into a pile of snow. He didn't feel the cold as it swallowed his feet, but shuffled forward, watching as he kicked it up, then pulling his feet high to try walking on it. His feet sunk straight through, but he tried again anyway, wondering why those bizarre-looking Muggle snowshoes could do it, since it was still the same amount of weight. After he'd made it a bit, he looked back over his shoulder to see the messy trail he was leaving and decided he wanted footprints instead. "This is so cool," he mused.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael wasn't making a big deal out of trying to keep his feet out of the snow, it wasn't covered in ice, so it wasn't hard to move his feet just through the surface. He would have had a problem keeping up with Dare had Dare been used to walking in snow, but as it was he was perfectly alright. At least he didn't have to worry about Dare getting cold, he was going to work up a sweat with as excited as he was.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare looked back over his shoulder again and, satisfied with his footprint trail, began kicking at the snow again. He watched it rise and scatter, then fall back to the ground, nothing like the lazy flakes he'd seen last night. He tried kicking snow at things, but it didn't go quite where he wanted it to. Dare's lips spread into a grin as he released Michael's hand and shuffled ahead a bit. He knew exactly where he wanted the snow to go right now, and he bent to scoop up two handfuls of it, letting it loose in Michael's general direction.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael quickly covered his mouth and turned his head to hide the laugh at Dare's attempt at a snowball, well, two snowballs. "I hate to tell you, but you won't get far doing that," he said when he was able to look at Dare with only a grin instead of worrying about laughing at him. He bent and scooped up snow with both hands, then went to forming the snowball, glad he had grabbed his thinner gloves.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare only watched Michael for a moment before he moved to run backwards and get a bit more distance. He lost his balance in the attempt, though, and found himself falling back through a frozen cushion. His eyes were wide as he landed, but he laughed all the same and started gathering snow again. He made it snowball-shaped this time, but having missed the details of packing, the ball fell apart in mid-air. Dare's eyes widened again.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael laughed again, and then examined the white ball in his own hands before grinning up at Dare and threw it. He couldn't remember the last time he had been in a snowball fight, it had to have been years. He bent to scoop up more snow. Dare could figure it out, he was confident in that much, Michael wasn't about to just give him all the secrets.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare had lunged sideways into the snow to avoid getting hit, but to no avail. He felt the impact against his shoulder. Dare was grinning as he sat back up, then pushed to his feet. He didn't pay any attention to the snow still clinging to him as he scooped up more snow, two massive handfuls, and threw them at Michael in a purposeful blizzard before taking off across the snow, laughing.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael laughed and gripped his snowball before slinging the handle of his bag over his head to hold it better and heading after Dare. He threw the ball and then turned his focus onto wrapping his arms around Dare as they ran. Falling wasn't a problem for Michael, considering the amount of snow that had accumulated over the night.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's eyes widened, and again he found himself toppling into the snow, this time head first with Michael wrapped around him. His shout of surprise was cut short by the impact, at which he started laughing again, pushing handfuls of snow back toward Michael. If he buried them in it, he wouldn't mind at all. In fact, with Michael on top of him, he'd get the worst of it. Dare's dog-style tossing of snow sped up at the thought.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael buried his face in Dare's neck to avoid the snow, but didn't let him go. He moved his hands down, though, and grinned as they found the hem of Dare's shirts. "I'll do it," he warned as his hands hovered dangerously close to slipping underneath the clothes. His gloves were wet and cold, not at all pleasant, but he didn't see anything wrong with scaring Dare just a little.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare swore at the threat, and though he immediately stopped throwing snow, he didn't lie meekly still. He took a moment's stock of where their limbs were, then all at once attempted to push up and forward to slip free of Michael. Or, at the least, Put his waist out of reach.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael grinned and loosened his arms to let Dare move and pushed himself up on his knees so they could move around better. Some strange part of his mind zoomed back years to when he had wrestled with Emilian. It felt so different there with Dare, though, and he didn't know how his mind could link the two, not with his blood rushing so pleasantly.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

The second Dare had the opportunity, he rolled to his back, grinning at Michael with sparkling eyes. In one quick motion, he threw himself toward Michael, moving to pin him back against the ground, the snow making way for them in a puff of dancing flakes. Dare may have never been in a serious physical fight before, but he'd played at it enough times that it was almost second nature. He reached aside for another handful of snow and squashed it against Michael's head, knowing he'd suffer Michael's revenge for it.