[Ten minutes isn't, for once, because of Sirius' laziness or habitual lateness. It's ten minutes only because you can't just pluck snow out of the air. Maybe it's something sciencey, the way Edgeworth claims, but Sirius only knows it as magic, something so innate it's as if it's in his blood (though he never thinks of it in those terms, that's far too close to the pureblood shit). All he knows is that he has to do some preparation before he goes and puts a snowstorm anywhere.
So, a true ten minutes, but no longer, for once, because it's Tyke. He ducks into the room and goes over to her, tapping his wand against his leg. She doesn't look much better in person than she did over the devices, but he still gives her a tentative little smile.]
H'llo. [And it's weird to stand, so he crouches down on the floor, his eyes taking quick stock if the room around them, working out the best place to start this.] So should it just be snow, or d'you want icicles hanging from the ceiling as well?
[No sense in wasting time asking are you all right; better to just do this.]
ACTION is more than okay 8)
So, a true ten minutes, but no longer, for once, because it's Tyke. He ducks into the room and goes over to her, tapping his wand against his leg. She doesn't look much better in person than she did over the devices, but he still gives her a tentative little smile.]
H'llo. [And it's weird to stand, so he crouches down on the floor, his eyes taking quick stock if the room around them, working out the best place to start this.] So should it just be snow, or d'you want icicles hanging from the ceiling as well?
[No sense in wasting time asking are you all right; better to just do this.]