[ Louis never saw it coming, which really he should know better in a place like this. The snowball knocks him in the shoulder, and he looks around for the culprit, immediately bending down to start shaping snow into a ball. He opts against the hex this time, since he doesn't necessarily want to start going around hexing people he hasn't met.
Once the ball is neatly shaped in his hand, he looks for the culprit and --
snowball fight.
Once the ball is neatly shaped in his hand, he looks for the culprit and --
One, two, three -
Throw. ]