It was the day after the Christ's birthday and Jeanne-Marie was still humming soft hymns. She adored christmas though she never got many presents to Jeanne is was not about the presents. It was about the night that the virgin Mary gave birth to a savior and this she always firmly believed to be the most important part of the holiday. Which was why she was in such good spirits though the Aurora in her was dying to be free of what she considered a holiday to pious for her tastes. It was an odd mix to have in that one little body but Jeanne could not be silenced.
"Good Christian Men REEEEJOOOICE! With Heart and Song and VOOOICE!"
She busted through the door with snow flakes in her dark hair and coating her black hoodie. She laughed at herself and shook her arms before slipping her hands through her hair. That was when she noticed the other girl sitting by the stairs and watching the door.