Okay, okay. Focus. Stiricidium Nubila is the incantation, and a counter-clockwise wand movement. Easy? It should be. First years were able to produce snow at this point. Ethan watched as the others successfully produced snow out of their clouds. Kicking the last few hails on the floor, the Slytherin cleared his throat and pointed his wand at his fluffy, innocent looking cloud. “Stiricidium Nubila!” Come onnn. Snow already!

His cloud grew bigger and darker, and this made Ethan grin. “Come on…snow…” And just when he thought he succeeded, rain poured over his head and uniform and all that the boy could do was stare at his cloud. He commanded himself to keep his cool and that he will get it the next round. “…♫ I’m singing in the rain…just singing in the rain…♫…” Realizing that he was already making a mess, the Slytherin stopped singing and pointed at his cloud again. “Finite.” Nothing. “FINITE!” The rain stopped, and the drenched boy pointed at the puddle he made. “Evanesco.” The puddle of water vanished at his command and the floor instead reflected his fluffy cloud. “You will snow…for me!” Oh yes, it will.