"Idiot, who knew you could conjure something up without being taught by me," she said, "fortunately, it's only a snowball you conjured. If it were something more complex, you'd be in a world of pain. And don't even think about trying to conjure living things, got it? Not even simple animals."
Before Fisher could nod in understanding, she suddenly hurled a perfectly aimed snowball straight at his face. Caught off-guard while deep in thought, Fisher was left dumbfounded with streaks of black lines across his face from the icy snowball. He wiped his face with his hand, and the sight made Valentina quickly cover her mouth to hide her unladylike laughter, which she couldn't help but let out anyway.
"Pfft!"
