As she had the year before, Corbie had run shrieking delightedly into the snow, bounding into snowbanks with childish abandon and not a care in the world for how wet and cold she'd be later. She was a wizard. Warming up was not difficult.

No her concern right now was throwing snowballs at people who weren't paying attention and when they investigated, looking at them in such a way as to say 'what? I didn't do it' and 'play with me!'