Stiricidium Nubila. Okay Toby, you got this. Stiricidium Nubila. Stiricidium Nubila.

Toby looked up at his cloud as he held his wand out, ready to cast the spell. He did the anti-clockwise swirling motion with his wand, glancing at it to make sure his aim was right, and then looked back up again as he spoke the incantation.

"Stiricidium Nubila."

..........

......................... nothing.

Okay well, that was to be expected. Toby had never got a Transfiguration spell right on his very first try; it was a steady process. He squinted up at his cloud, trying really hard to ignore everyone else in the room and become distracted, and attempted to recall as much as he could from what they'd taught at primary school about the weather and everything. Precipitation. That.

After a few moments of staring straight up at his cloud, Toby suddenly nodded once to himself and tried again.

"Stiricidium Nu- oops."

Gloves made things so much more difficult. As Toby had attempted to do the swirling wand moved, his grip on the polished hazel of his wand slipped due to his wool gloves, and went spinning out of his hand. He watched it fly through the various weather settings in the classroom and clatter to the ground, and quickly went after it so he could carry on practicing.