Tinuviel stood there for a few shocked seconds. She scowled. These people were too into her own life then she wanted, by a very long shot. She growled then stalked from the crystals, hissing and ignoring the poor helpless rabbit. She sorely wished Draco had left well enough alone. Bounding through the woods into the snow, she curled up in a bush, wishing she'd left her clothes alone. Not that Tinuviel could reverse the warm spell thing at all. She sighed, then coiled into a ball in the snow and quivered irratably. Her head spun. A few hours later, she crawled to her feet and limped to town. She ignored the hunger whisking through her form, then shivered and limped to the village square, looking around tiredly.