A/N: Hey everybody! Thanks for clicking on my fic. I've got high hopes for this one. Just a few notes before we begin; first of all, several things in this story (things you'll have to find out as you read, and most of which don't appear in this chapter) are out of my realm of experience. I've researched them as best I can, but I'm only human, so do let me know if you spot anything inaccurate at any point! Other than that, I really only ask that you have fun and give me a chance! Enjoy.

It was a science class. Tooth had always had a knack for science, but to her father's great disappointment she'd never found it very interesting. She'd taken a seat near the back of the room, as was her habit with this teacher, and had spent the last half-hour mindlessly doodling in her notebook. The lecture was on the particulars of evolution, and thus rather more complicated than what she was likely to need for a passing grade. Out of a vague sense of obligation she'd jotted down the occasional key phrase – "survival of the fittest" was helpfully circled next to a drawing of a hedgehog with a bow tie – but on the whole she had not been paying attention. The teacher, Miss Scott, was a pretty woman in her mid-thirties with wavy red hair and a pale, freckled face. Tooth liked her, she did, but her lessons were impossible to sit through. Most of the class seemed to share her opinion, leaving only the over-achievers up front to diligently nod at every sentence out of the teacher's mouth.

There was a light tap on Tooth's shoulder, and she half-turned in her seat. Situated directly behind her was Jack Frost, who had apparently not even bothered to get his books out. She had not spoken to him since he transferred to the school some three weeks ago, and she was surprised to see him making contact now. If she kept to herself, he was a total hermit. He always sat in the back row, always ate lunch alone, and she could not recall ever seeing him speak to anybody but the teachers. His deep blue hoodie was pulled up over his tousled white hair, and he gave her the closest thing to a smile she'd ever seen from him. He slipped a small, folded-over note into her palm and sat back. She turned back toward the front of the classroom, worried the teacher would see them, before opening the note. It had been folded several times into a neat little square. Scribbled on the note in ballpoint pen was "Lovely weather today".

Tooth stared at the piece of paper for several seconds in utter confusion. However hard she tried she could not think of a reason for Jack, mysterious recluse extraordinaire, to pass her a note in the middle of class for mundane small talk. She was just about to turn back to him for an explanation when she heard the first gasp. Leslie Higgs, over by the window, had sprung from her seat to press her nose to the glass; several of the students around her soon joined her, cooing and gawking. The rest of the class flocked to the large windows, and it was not long before even Miss Scott was staring mutely past the panes of glass. Tooth had remained in her seat, and she craned her neck to see what the fuss was about. She and Jack were the only ones not enthralled by the display, and as she caught sight of a clear spot she realized why.

Tumbling serenely downwards outside the window were flakes of pristine snow. Slowly she rose from her chair and approached her laughing classmates. It was snowing. In September. Going on a week now they'd not had so much as a raincloud, and it was snowing. She glanced back at Jack; he was balancing on the back legs of his chair, a small smile playing across his face. He caught her gaze and held it for a moment. She barely stifled a giggle, and he grinned at her. He was behind this. She wasn't sure how he'd done it, or why he'd told her, but this was his doing. As subtly as she could she motioned for him to come over. However innocent this was, he'd be in trouble if anybody suspected him. He seemed to understand, since he crept quietly up to join her toward the back of the enthralled crowd.

Due to certain Jack-induced freak weather phenomena, class was dismissed early by a flummoxed Miss Scott. Tooth accompanied Jack into the hallway with her messenger bag slung over her shoulder. They had lingered behind in companionable silence, so that when they finally left the classroom, the halls were reasonably empty. She dragged him into a corner and leant against the wall, arms crossed and a smile on her face.
"Alright, first things first," she commanded. "How did you do that?" He smiled and pulled his hood down.
"Oh, you know," he replied airily. "You can do some pretty cool things with water and a bit of sodium polyacrylate. Well, that and a bit of knowledge of the inner workings of the vent system, anyway." He paused to give her a once-over. "Sorry, what was your name?" She supposed she should be hurt that he'd forgotten, but she smiled and extended a hand for him to shake.
"Lestari Rashid," she said. "But you can call me Tooth. Everyone does." This seemed to pique his curiosity, as his eyebrows raised noticeably.
"Tooth? Some nickname. Why do you…?" She stopped him with a dismissive hand gesture, hoping he wouldn't notice the flush on her cheeks.
"It's a long story," she said. "Wouldn't want to bore you. It's not interesting, really, I promise." She cleared her throat and smoothed a hand over the rainbow fabric of her hijab. "Besides, out of the two of us, I'm not the mysterious one." This shut him up, and he shrugged.
"Can't really argue with that," he conceded. "But hey, don't beat yourself up, weather magic isn't for everyone." He winked at her; she rolled her eyes, although she could not completely hold back a laugh.
"Alright, alright," she drawled. "Let's go get some lunch, shall we?"