 Jupiter's Satellite
Tora was pretty happy with her little harmless fluffy cloud blithly floating above her head, but this was Transfiguration Class, and if Professor Bellaire requested that she turn it into some dark monster that could potentially rain hail on her... so be it. The Ravenclaw wasn't truly worried, however, because she was good at Transfiguration. Very good at Transfiguration. The fourth year practiced the wording of the spell a couple times ("Stiricidium Nubila...Stir-ici-di-um Nu-bila...Stiricidium Nubila") before she picked up her Ebony wand to get started.
She smiled up at her cloud before confidently swirling her wand around in a counterclockwise motion and clearly saying "Stiricidium Nubila" It took a couple seconds, but after a slight delayed reaction, her cloud started to grow and turned a couple shades darker. "Common, common," Tora muttered to her not-so-little cloud as it stopped growing. Then it started to snow. It was wet snow, more slush or sleet than the light powdery stuff the Professor wanted, but it was still snow. Tora had succeeded.
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