 be curious, not judgmental
Sophie kicked the cotton ball aside as Bellaire walked by, trying to hide the evidence that she had just tried and failed, and went back to practicing the wand movement and incantation until the woman was elsewhere. MADE HER NERVOUS, MAN.
"Stiricidium Nubila!" she quickly tried again before she lost her nerve, focusing hard and twirling her wand in a counter-clockwise motion at the cloud - much to her surprise, it started to grow and darken a little, and this time multiple cotton balls began to fall from the cloud. It was cute and all, but Sophie's face fell in disappointment, and she muttered a bitter, "Finite."
Okay. So... maybe she needed to work on visualizing it better. The cotton balls were in her mind's eye, but she focused hard on the cloud in front of her, imagining it growing and darkening again and producing gently-falling snowflakes - twirl, twirl, twirl - "Stiricidium Nubila!" The cloud grew more rapidly, but this time her cloud produced raindrops.
Well.
At least it was a proper form of precipitation this time, yeah? "Finite."
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