"Stiricidium Nubila!" He repeated the spell again wand motion and all. Cutty's cloud responded by doing a bit of vertical expansion. In no time it was looking rather dark, and ominous and angry. Alas! Only rain came of it in a heavy downpour over Mordaunt. He seemed, however unperturbed as he raised his wand again and remembered the Professor's word to keep a steady wrist. "Finite!"

"Stiricidium Nubila!" he fired off from his now soaked position. All he needed was the cold. A density brought on by frigidity.