((Albus, this is about Jessie making your present. Please don't read any farther.))
Jessie stood in the forest, angry. She was in a small clearing, and snow covered the ground. Trees surrounded her on all sides; they too were covered in snow. It was a winter wonderland, but she took no notice.
It was almost Christmas and she had to give Albus a present. She was dressed for the weather, barely any skin poked through her many colorful layers. Her coat puffed her out to about twice her size, and her arms couldn't come all the way down.
Her hands were held out, covered with mittens. She was trying to make a bubble that would be flexible, keep cold air in, keep warm air out, and be close fitting to a human body. She wasn't sure what element to use, but she had tried everything. She was running out of ideas, and also running out of patience.