“I’m cold.” Harry glanced down at her words, but Ginny was already moving, stepping around him. “Make room.”
“Wh-” Before he could protest, Ginny’s arms had wrapped around his middle, and her hands had slid into the pockets of his jacket, joining his own. He exhaled sharply, his breath misting in front of him.
“Should’ve been more prepared for the weather,” he told her cheekily, his fingers curling around her (much colder) hands. Harry felt her cheek press between his shoulder blades as she mumbled in reply.
This might be the greatest screenshot I’ve ever taken in any game ever.
We were in the middle of molten core, when the instance servers for argent dawn crashed. It ended up dropping everyone through the world below alterac mountains, with this as the result. It wasn’t just our raid either, it was the entire server.
Absolutely hysterical. Never forget the corpse tornado.