He was over the small light snowfall that had been produced. On this, he knew he could do better. Transfiguration was his. He had but to claim it. No more playing games. "Finite." He said cooly quiting the light snowfall that had taken place just before. He raised his wand and in the anti-clockwise motion spoke the incantation with the conviction that comes from truth in testimony. "Stiricidium Nubila!"

His wand motion ceased and his gaze floated upways toward the cloud, rapidly widening, darkening and growing taller. At one point, it began to look so thick that had Cutty not known it was just a cloud, might have mistaken it for some creature. At first, the underside of the cloud looked dark, as though it had been peppered, but eventually the dark little particles grew lighter in colour as they drew closer to the ground and eye-level. White to translucent frozen bits came down in abundant bunches.

He took a moment to inspect the quality of flakes falling down upon him. He knew Bellaire, though. This would not be enough. She was after not only perfection, but consistent perfection. Again his wand was lifted toward his snow cloud. "Finite!".


Where was Ethan Mordaunt going?! O_O