"Yeah, well I bet you won't be laughing as hard when I'm stuffing snow in your face!" I yelled, lunging at him. He dodged me and took off running, still laughing heavily. That was how I ended up chasing Fred through the snow, eventually tackling him at the knees and stuffing fistfuls of snow in his face and down the front of his shirt. While all of this was happening George, Ron, and Harry just laughed at us. After I had sufficiently stuffed Fred's face full of snow, George came up to us.