She needed a quick break, a change of pace. Too much sewing, too much of her notebook, too much of getting nowhere with her magic experiments....
It wasn't playing in the snow that she was doing. No, she was just... clearing the path between the school and the castle. And she had to put the snow she was lifting from the path somewhere, right? Perhaps if she even made the moved snow obvious, it would serve to help guide people to one of the two buildings, since more had been arriving again?
So she gestured, and the snow seemed to scoop itself up, lifting up a few feet into the air before moving aside and standing up to add itself to the bit of a tower that was forming, tall and thin, on the yard. Another few steps down the path, gesturing again, the snow doing as she bid once more, and adding itself to the spire. It wasn't the fastest task, but she wasn't exactly doing it to be efficient, pressing the snow into the shape as she was, condensing it. It was gaining in size rather slowly, but the way she was doing it, it might well last a decently long while.
She certainly stood out against the white of the wintery surroundings, though. A long black dress with a generous skirt, those large outer sleeves catching the near lack of breeze prettily... hair in her usual updo, some sort of decorative little cape hanging down behind her, disappearing down behind her skirt...
She seemed a bit oblivious to things around her at the moment, though, intent as she was on her task. Which was, perhaps, a bit ironic, considering that she was at least partially intending to do this to make it easier for people to find the buildings and get out of the cold... and yet, there was a newcomer in the area, and she hadn't even noticed them yet.
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It wasn't playing in the snow that she was doing. No, she was just... clearing the path between the school and the castle. And she had to put the snow she was lifting from the path somewhere, right? Perhaps if she even made the moved snow obvious, it would serve to help guide people to one of the two buildings, since more had been arriving again?
So she gestured, and the snow seemed to scoop itself up, lifting up a few feet into the air before moving aside and standing up to add itself to the bit of a tower that was forming, tall and thin, on the yard. Another few steps down the path, gesturing again, the snow doing as she bid once more, and adding itself to the spire. It wasn't the fastest task, but she wasn't exactly doing it to be efficient, pressing the snow into the shape as she was, condensing it. It was gaining in size rather slowly, but the way she was doing it, it might well last a decently long while.
Step, step, step, gesture. Step, step, step, gesture....
She certainly stood out against the white of the wintery surroundings, though. A long black dress with a generous skirt, those large outer sleeves catching the near lack of breeze prettily... hair in her usual updo, some sort of decorative little cape hanging down behind her, disappearing down behind her skirt...
She seemed a bit oblivious to things around her at the moment, though, intent as she was on her task. Which was, perhaps, a bit ironic, considering that she was at least partially intending to do this to make it easier for people to find the buildings and get out of the cold... and yet, there was a newcomer in the area, and she hadn't even noticed them yet.