precipitation trophy

I've done nothing wrong
Except for all the atrocities

Pretending, and not well, to be absorbed in another task, she snickered behind a sheet of paper she’d snagged from a nearby desk, watching as the drifts of snow began to curl around the area. Blinks of confusion seemed to swirl around the students and individuals hovering nearby, some staring blankly, stupidly, up towards the ceiling, while more clever patrons began to check the windows, as if a draft had curled and contorted the sudden shoer into the midst. “Heh,” she grinned and chuckled, before reaching out to boop her uncle right at his elbow.

“Can you make it fall right on them too?” Like a pile of snow adrift on their heads, across their shoulders, while she worked on striving to match the incantations, tugging at the chaotic strands of elements suddenly whirling and beckoning within her grasp.

the honeybee

Besides that
I'm innocent