Now it's her turn to trace a line through the air with her eyes. They come to rest on the giant Jenga and her own little grin broadens by tiny measures. "Ah, damn." Winter snaps her fingers, clucking and then ducking her head in mock disappointment. "I'm just not much of a whittler." She only stumbles over those words a bit. "How're your Transfigurations? Hate to call the whole thing off."