[ After a split second's delay while he gets over the initial shock, Jack attempts to avoid the lunge by darting up into the air. That split second is one split second too many, though, and Kelly's hands lock around his wrist, effectively tethering him to the ground.

So now he's stuck, hovering like a kite a few feet off the floor as he tries to wrench his hands free. He gives an irritated grin. ]

Seriously, it was just a snowball! Are we really gonna do this? Because if so...

[ He flexes his fingers and the surface temperature of his skin dips noticeably, forming instant frost on the other boy's fingertips. ]

All I'm saying is, the cigarette's next.