Title: snowflakes

A/N: The fun part about magic existing but not being central to the story is that I can use it however I want. Like making jokes.

Summary: Lloyd could handle Raine casting an annoying, petty curse on him. He couldn't handle his two best friends gawking and having fun instead of helping out.

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"Wow!" Amazed, Colette stood behind Lloyd, running her fingers through his short brown hair. As she did, small flakes of white chalk fell off. "It's like snow."

"Or dandruff," Genis pointed out with a smirk, setting his bag on a seat. Luckily for them, their usual study spot was empty. They'd been using this one round table at the back of the library for months now and almost every time they came, it was free.

Then again, considering how infamous Lloyd and Colette were, maybe people were avoiding it on purpose. Didn't want to catch a case of the stupid, and all that. Genis frowned. Maybe he should rethink his friendships.

Lloyd frowned as he leaned back into his chair, his arms crossed. The chalk dust now coated his shoulders, with more flakes slowly falling in front of his face. It was looking less like snow and more like an avalanche. "She doesn't have to throw the eraser at me every time."

"Then don't sleep through her classes," Genis stated bluntly, carefully setting up the table for their daily study session. His hands moved automatically, setting up textbooks, piling up papers, organizing pencils. "Nap during lunch or something."

"I've tried!" Lloyd moaned, his shoulders slumping. "It's just…her voice. It makes me sleepy."

"Yeah, don't let her hear that." Genis shot him a wry grin. "She'll—"" His eyes widened, caught off-guard by the sight in front of him, and he snickered. "You look like Santa Claus!"

"Huh?" Lloyd watched as his best friend bent over, his snickering turning into fully blown laughter. Put off, he turned to Colette. "What's he talking about?"

"Oh!" Colette immediately covered her mouth as she stared at him, her cheeks puffing from withheld laughter. "It's…It's…" Every time she tried to explain, a tiny giggle escaped her lips. "You…"

"Fine, I'll find out myself." Annoyed, Lloyd pulled out his phone and turned on his camera. Bracing himself, he switched it to selfie mode.

There was no way to be prepared for what he saw. Chalk dust had clumped on his eyebrows and over his mouth, until he had a bushy beard that his adoptive father would have been jealous of. To add to the mayhem, he could see the white dust had completely covered his shoulders now, until it looked like the top half of his shirt was pure white. The phone fell out of his hand with a clatter. Shocked, Lloyd stared at his image before the screen turned black from inactivity. "HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?"

A librarian popped out of an aisle, a finger on her lips. "Shh!"

"Sorry!" Genis apologized automatically. Not that it really counted for much—his shoulders were still shaking with laughter and Lloyd really hoped that Genis hadn't snuck a photo earlier. Or Colette. Or anyone else for that matter.

"Stop laughing!" Lloyd growled, shaking his head furiously to remove the chalk. Not that it helped much—it was still snowing from his head and the chalk dust layered up once more onto his skin. "What is this?"

"How is your hair not white?" Genis spoke calmly for all of two seconds before breaking into laughter once more. Hunched over, he slowly waddled toward Lloyd, trying to keep quiet as he inspected his hair. "There's no way a single eraser did this."

"Aww, you look really cute." Colette clutched her cheeks, completely in thrall. Before he could stop her, she pulled out a phone and snapped a picture. "I should send it to Dirk!"

"No, wait—"

"And done!" Satisfied, Colette tapped her finger and destroyed his life with a confidence that somehow never applied to any other aspect of her life.

If only there was a way to hate Colette. If only. Lloyd buried his face in his hands. The chalk started to coat the library carpet. It was like someone had poured an entire bucket of chalk on his head. Or out of his head.

"Oh, I think I know what this is." Genis stood back, grinning smugly. "It's a spell. Sis probably put it there."

"Oh!" Colette clapped her hands, a bright smile on her face. "That makes sense!"

"And?" Lloy asked, peeking out of his fingers. There was absolutely no way he could break the spell, even if Raine hadn't made it. If Genis could do it, he'd have done it by now. Probably. Hopefully. Then again, ever since Genis had started hanging out with Mithos, he had started to grow a little more sadistic.

"And she'll probably stop it after you go to detention." Genis shrugged, returning to his seat.

"Ohh, I wonder if we can make a snowman out of it," Colette wondered aloud, examining the growing piles of dust on the ground.

Lloyd moaned, burying his head in his hands.