"Seriously?!"

Alethea fumes from the front steps of Ifepeth Academy, the prestigious school you both attended. You had pressured her into putting on warm clothes just to drag her outside, promising that it'd be worth her while and, well, she conceded, much to her displeasure. She hated snow but you probably didn't know that.

Alethea's eye twitches as she watches you shuffle around in the snow, crossing her arms against her chest without making any indication that she'll be leaving the staircase anytime soon. ...But she's not going back inside either.

"I can't believe you brought me out here just to—" Alethea frowns. "—Play? Really? You have to be stupid. I don't—" Alethea shrieks when a snowball hits her face, and after wiping the snow away she sends you the most heated glare, because of course you were the culprit. "You did not just do that."