Of course Nabooru would because she was entirely a glutton for pain.

Actually, the plan was going to be completely different this time. She had followed him quietly, trailed after him, spied on him, and would have eavesdropped if he'd been making conversation. She was good at trailing people, even more so when she did it as to not get caught. And the academy was filled with various obstacles for her to hide behind, or under, or in - depending on the subject matter. She thought she had it pretty good, actually.

But it was cold. She still hadn't ignored that and never mind the consequences, she was still dressed like she thought she ought to have been.

Somewhere along the lines, she'd made a snowball. Just one to start and she'd been carrying it to the point where her right hand lost all feeling and required moments of her blowing onto it to warm it back up. I hate winter so damn much. And she spent the longest time looking at Byrne's backside before she decided it was the opportune moment. Hopefully the snowball aimed at his rear wasn't going to miss its mark.

After all, throwing a snowball wasn't quite like shooting arrows.