"I think it's meant to be offensive," Atton says. "Should probably cast it far away."

Beat. "Er. Let's see," Atton taps his middle finger in the air, bringing up the spell menu, and selects 'Blizzard.'

There's a brief, frosty glow around his hand, before he waves it in a vaguely upwards direction. There's a whirl of ice up above them, before it starts to fall down at them in swirling currents of snow.

"That's nice," Atton says, mildly.