Their surroundings dissolved, and now they were by an unlit fireplace. With a flick of her hand, Cornelia created a ball of fire, and effortlessly lit up the fireplace.
Madeline stared at her.
"Aish, it's so stuffy here now that I lit the fireplace," Cornelia said, beckoning Madeline to follow her outside.
"Darling, what's your favourite weather?"
"Weather?" Madeline cocked her head questioningly. What was Cornelia going to do? Change the weather to whatever she--
'Oh,' she thought, the realisation bonking her on the head.
"I suppose my favourite weather would be snow," she said, looking up at the sky.
With a wave of her hand, snowflakes began descending from the sky.
One snowflake fell on Madeline's nose.
'If only I got to enjoy the snow with Xavier,' she pondered, missing him already.
Then, she reminded herself of what he did. Yet, her mind still lingered.
