“Why, of course.” He whirled his staff around them and the temperature dropped down almost five degrees.
Darcy sat herself down some place near by him. For a few moments, she closed her eyes and herself relax, as she continued to feel the cold against her skin. After a few moments, as she heard him speak, she opened her eyes and looked toward him. “Nope, not yet” she replied.
He nodded once. “Alright, then,” he said, turning the temperature up a notch by giving another wave. He fidgeted around, still pretty clueless. The moment became so awkward, Jack actually started whistling.
