Yuri felt the ice-cold shiver of embarrassment as he tried to regain his composure, glancing apologetically at the boy he'd inadvertently crashed into. James' awkward sprawl mirrored Yuri's own ungainly state, and he winced in sympathy at the "Oof!" that escaped him upon impact.

Managing a sheepish smile, Yuri extended a hand towards James. "Yeah, sorry about that. I guess ice and I don't really get along," he admitted with a chuckle, the awkwardness of the situation evident in his tone. As James asked for help, Yuri gave a nod and pulled him back onto his feet with a sturdy grip.

Yuri's gaze briefly flickering to the ice beneath them. "I'm just glad I'm better on a broom than these slippery things. You ever skated before?" he inquired, curious to know if James had more experience with the frosty activity than he did. There had never been any opportunity growing up, he had sometimes sat at the edge of the frozen pond watching others, but never had an opportunity to participate.

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