Aurea followed Amelia a few paces out onto the pitch, loving the sound and feeling snow crunching under her boots. She stopped with one hand hooked at her belt, the other holding her wand and watched the other girl gather more snow. Amelia might not have felt girly at all, but she certainly had small girly tendencies that Aurea did not have. Aurea sat, stood, talked and dueled with the posture of a boy. It wasn't intentional, and most of the time she didn't realize it was happening. But watching Amelia pack snow reminded Aurea that she wasn't ever really meant to be a girl. The subtle feminine traits that most girls have were completely lost with Aurea.
"Unlike most people," Aurea said in response to the idea of sensical snow. "You can say one word to ten people and get ten different responses. But, if you know the people around you, you can at least make an educated guess about what their response might be." She flipped her wand between her fingers like a large pencil - it was thin and flexible enough - and shrugged with one shoulder. "There's nothing to thank me for. Just a little girl talk, you know? I like this game, by the way. It's like Muggle skeet shooting. Pull!"