She stood her arms wrapped around herself, mostly to protect herself from the cold. If he didn't hurry up and find her, she'd just go back in and find him herself. Boys were always so… so… boylike. She couldn't even think of the right word. It was far too cold. "Oh hurry up, you!" She murmured to herself. She fiddled for a second with the gold band over her forehead. Maybe she'd try to get her skin to stay this color. It was a lovely darker shade than she was use to, and well. She'd have to ask him how he liked it. He was in charge of those kind of decisions being the man in their relationship. At least this year she'd not had to do any color changes to her hair. Though those were simpler charms. Black was black. She'd just had to straighten, and curl and re straighten half and pin up, and slick down, and put in gold things and make sure it wasn't coming out no matter what happened this evening. Because well she being who she was, and him being he, well things were bound to go amiss.