Who: Scott and Jeanne-Marie What: Jeanne-Marie is having a heck of a time building a snowman and asks for some help. When: Friday morning Where: Haven grounds. Warnings:Probably nothing? Mild smoochin'
What she liked best about the winter and the north was the thing most people hated just as much: the snow. Of course, she didn't have half the problems others had with the stuff. She was quick enough that when she walked across lawns covered in it she never fell prey to sinkholes in hiding and never once did she have to worry about defrosting a car windshield or shoveling it. She had no car, and someone had enough power to shovel it away without much effort put into it. The perks of controlling the weather or super-strength, she supposed.
So it came to no surprise that when a good few inches blanketed the grounds she took to it early on Friday with an enthusiasm that was only shared by small children who didn't have to attend closed down schools on such days. Most would mistake the openly pleased and perky girl for channeling a different personality but that was not the case. She was ever bit Jeanne-Marie, simply a very excited Jeanne-Marie who was quickly dressing in her coat and pulling on gloves to make way outside.
For her that meant it took less than a minute and she was out the door and on the lawn quick as a wink. She settled a few feet away from the back patio and began gathering the snow around her to make a base for her snowman. Jeanne was humming when she heard someone behind her so she spun around to greet them.