Magic

Friday Lunch Lecture ended, the students of Highly Selective Science Organization poured out noisily from the Chemistry building.

I was climbing up the stairwell into the street when I grabbed Tiny Russian Friend by the arm, pointed my finger to an invisible point in the air, and yelled, "SNOW!"

Several students stared at me as if I were a complete maniac.

"No, no, I swear, it's snowing!"

Suddenly, the two snowflakes turned into ten, then a hundred, then a thousand. A thousand cold, white dots falling from the sky, blown in the wind.

People stopped, people stared, people held out their arms as would a lost desert wanderer blessed by sudden rain.

We ran to the Tower Plaza, where everyone seemed struck by a strange disease and were sticking out their tongues in the hopes of catching a stray flake. In the grass, someone lying down and waving his arms and legs about, taking the opportunity to make a snow angel despite the lack of snow on the ground.

Then, it stopped.

Disappointed, everyone went on their way. A few curses were heard.

We continued down West Mall to find the traditional end-of-school foam sword battle on the crosswalk between campus and the Drag. For the next ten minutes, we surged amongst fellow warriors to the middle of the intersection every time the "Walk" sign came on and fiercely battled the other side.

And then we went back to our respective dorms and did homework.