Post by Alfred Cheverell on Dec 22, 2016 16:23:14 GMT
Alfred was having the time of his life, oddly enough. Normally things like this didn't happen - he was smiling far too much. The joyous air about him was foreign, but he was having a grand old time watching the snow fall around him. Flakes landed gently in his hair, on his skin, and they didn't melt. He was able to study the curiosities of snowflakes, watch as ice crystallized around him, and wear all the warm things he wanted. His puffer coat was pulled closely around him, his cheeks rosy from the cool air that caressed his face as he began to construct what would be his next masterpiece, his mittened hands doing far less work than anyone else's would have to have been doing.
The Snow Miser was about to come to life, a cartoon character whom Alfred had always admired thanks to his love of the cold. After nearly ten minutes of diligent work, the boy had handcrafted a life-size replica of Mr. White Christmas, and was quite proud of himself for doing so. All the while he had been humming Snow Miser's theme song, putting himself in a right festive mood. Life was good, he guessed. He spent his time shaping and molding the snow while he chatted with the non-existent creature before him, likely seeming a great fool.
"Alright, it's settled then. You'll stay here, and I'll walk back to get some hot chocolate." While he enjoyed winter weather, Alf knew he needed to be particularly careful with his inner temperature. While he didn't feel cold, he knew it would be wise to get some hot beverage and maybe eat a few cookies - one could never have enough sugar in their system. The brown-eyed boy pivoted and began making his way through the forest to get back to the academy, whistling all the while.