The snow had been pristine and gleaming all day. A glitter of loveliness and purity.
      Until Godric had released his house for outside entertainments. Rowena dodged an enchanted snow angel.and took a moment to appreciate the cleverness of the jinx. Any student who dared to step into it's perfect imprinting would be launched through the air and into the near by snowbank. She ducked a volley of snowballs that hurled themselves at anyone close enough, and continued to search for her husband.
      "Mistress Ravenclaw?" She looked down at the timid first year, her heavy wool cloak a worn and faded blue. "Yer husband does seek you. Please follow me." The snow began to fall again as she followed the tiny blond through a grove of trees on the edge of the forest.
      "And you say Godric is waiting for me out here?" She stopped and crossed her arms. "I'll have no foolishness from you girl." The child's eyes were bright.
       "No madame. It's right through this clump of trees. Call for him."
       "Godric?" She cocked her head as the sound of her husband's low mutter carried across the silence of the snow, followed by the giggles of many children and a soft crooning that rose in pitch and tune.
        "Angels from the realms of glory,
         Wing your flight o’er all the earth;
         Ye who sang creation’s story
         Now proclaim Messiah’s birth.

         Come and worship, come and worship,
        Worship Christ, the newborn King."

         Stepping carefully through the low branches, she stared at the surrounding evergreens. They were covered in candles that lit the softly snowy twilight, and ribbons trailed off their lower branches in the Gryffindor tartan. The first years from the houses of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw stood clustered around her husband in his formal plaid, manfully trying to sing along. Only love kept a smile on her face. The man couldn't carry a tune with both hands and a levetation spell.
          "Shepherds, in the field abiding,
Watching o’er your flocks by night,
God with us is now residing;
Yonder shines the infant light:

         Come and worship, come and worship,
        Worship Christ, the newborn King."

Sages, leave your contemplations,
Brighter visions beam afar;
Seek the great Desire of nations;
Ye have seen His natal star."

     She wouldn't let her students see her cry, but perhaps the one or two tears that escaped could be blamed on melting snowflakes. Godric stepped forward, and clasped her hands, tucking her tightly under his arm.
      "I dinna think ye'd mind if I offered the bairnies 10 points a piece ta sing to ye. I'm sorry I couldna find tha wee book ye wanted." Rowena smiled. Only her husband could refer to a five hundred year old set of seven scrolls carefully bound into book form on the crafting of spells to bend time as a 'wee book'.
      "I'm quite sure this will do nicely. Thank you darling." He bent down and brushed her hair away from her face.
      "Good, because Salazar is the one who got it first for himself." She vaugely saw his smiling face through the haze of red that flooded her vision. "Aye, but you're a bonny sight angry and covered in snow." And when he kissed her, she didn't have the heart to tell him not in front of the children.