While Todoorki was easily expecting to find sight of a large building, or group of them that had to be the school, the last thing that he thought he'd see was a boy suddenly in front of him. He looked down, then back up, eyes squinting slightly in confusion. Of course, he knew of someone who could control wind, and others who could fly, but he'd never exactly been so close to one.
"Morning." He said, his voice tinted with an accent, watching the broom for a moment. He didn't feel wind, but that didn't mean anything. He knew better than to stare too much, though. He could be rude to his father, but that man deserved it.
"Conjure?" It wasn't really a term that he was used to, at least in terms of himself. But he looked down. It wasn't exactly a spell either, but he wasn't sure how to explain it. He just did it. He'd always done it since he was a child. "I made it, if that's what you mean." He looked down at the ice, then back at the boy. He had to be like him, on some level.