 please don't let me be miunderstood
Cotton. Birds. Was she supposed to be glad that there were no hails like people around her? Third time's the charm, Leah told herself, and focused on her cloud.
"Stiricidium Nubila!" she said confidently, aiming at the cloud and swirling her wand counter-clockwise. It started to turn darker just like it had on her first try. Please snow. Please.
And there was snow! Cheering, the second year waited for it to snow more before stopping it. |