→ Jamie Lane ● Flame, on.
"Yes, I'm Ginny or Ginevra. I'm just so fortunate to be his roommate." Her sarcastic tone matched his own, "Who decided to just toss his damned duffel right on top of me, which started a fight. Then he ran away like a baby when I beat him." He didn't bother retorting; just as he opened his mouth another boy walked up to Ginny.
Skank, Jamie thought, turning back to Kevin and the task at hand. "I gotta make that happen again," he said, thinking back to the flaring flame. It had flared up the most when he had been thinking about Ginny, now she was right next to him.
"Maybe anger really does help the fire," Jamie thought out loud, "Are you having any luck?"
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Finally a familiar face entered into the room, it was Matthias. As he looked up at see Kevin he extended his arm and gave him a friendly wave,"Hey Kevin". "Hey there Matthias," Kevin responded also raising his arm to give a friendly wave.
Kevin sat and watched Jamie's roommate take a dig at him before she headed off to help someone else with the lesson. Kevin continued to watch Ginny until his concentration was broken by Jamie's question. "Are you having any luck?"
"Huh? Oh … Um … I haven't really tried anything yet, I suppose I should try to do something," Kevin responded as he leaned forward in his chair, peering into the four beakers in front of him deciding which one to work on. He peered into the beakers, concentrating on which one he should try first, he picked up the one which contained the sand and pushed the rest to one side as to give himself room to work.
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Kevin seemed interested in Ginerva, of course it seemed that all the other males in the room had eyes for her. Kevin snapped back to reality, which Jamie was glad for - he had actually been enjoying himself before his roommate arrived.
"So if fire is anger, then sand must be like... toughness? I'm not really sure how this works," Jamie tried to work out what kind of person Kevin was. He wasn't the usual suck-up, like some of the other boys seemed to be - he was hard to read, didn't give much away. If he hadn't have said, Jamie wouldn't have penned him down as a trouble maker.
"Have you seen the pool yet? This place is like luxury," Jamie remarked, trying to bring up some casual conversation as they worked, "I'll race ya sometime." He winked, jokingly.
"Heh, that's probably not the best idea to be perfectly honest." Kevin shakily responded looking over at Jamie.
The pool was a no-go for Kevin, because of his power he would fry himself and anyone in the pool with him if he got in. The question stood now as how he was going to explain to Jamie that he couldn't get into the pool.
"Scared you'd lose?" Jamie teased, he was pretty confident in his swimming - even if he wasn't a pro he was quicker than your average teenager.
Just then, like a massive weight was lifted off his shoulders, Kevin immediately relaxed, "yeah, that's it. I'm not a very good swimmer… but anyways did you make any progress with your matches?"
Picking up the beaker and resting his fingers just above the sand, Kevin watched for any signs of movement and much like he anticipated, nothing happened. "How in the world are we supposed to do this? I have no idea what to do" Kevin thought to himself.
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Jamie held a freshly lit match, hoping to show Kevin, rather than answer. He was determined to get it. Intending to use his anger to his advantage, Jamie thought of the fight with Ginny - he though about how she shoved him, how she belittled him, and let the anger flow.
The flame grew - larger this time, and it showed no signs of diminishing. The fire expanded so much, the match appeared to be topped by a flaming golf ball. Jamie focused more,
control the fire he reminded himself, however it was too late. The flame engulfed what was left of the match, singeing the tips of his fingers and causing him to call out in pain.
"Son of a-!"
Kevin watched as Jamie made the flame on the match grow much larger than normal, he watched in amazement as the giant flame danced atop of the match. It all seemed to be going well until the flame became too much and burned the tips of Jamie's fingers.
"Whoa, you okay there dude? How did you manage that?" Kevin asked.
"Guess I just found my inner fire," Jamie quipped, cringing at his own cheesey joke, he wasn't too sure how he did it, really. It seemed as though emotions were a big help though, and something to focus on. "Right, try this," acting the expert, Jamie quickly took Kevin's hands and wrapped them around the beaker.
"Now... focus? Think of something strong or... something," his explanation was fairly useless.
Kevin was in a slight bit of shock when Jamie grabbed Kevin's hands and placed them around the beaker. "I hope he's not getting an ideas" thought Kevin. Jamie explained that he should focus on something strong in order to presumably move the sand.
Closing his eyes Kevin began to think of heavy, strong earthy materials. He envisioned moving large boulder, shattering sheer rock and generating landmass all with his mind. With his eyes closed, Kevin couldn't see anything but unknowingly to him, small grains of sand began to jump around inside the beaker. He continued to focus but ultimately keeping his cool. He learned in the garden that by remaining calm and collected, Kevin was able to activate his power. He assumed doing the same here would yield a positive result.
Jamie brought his eyes level to the beaker, watching as individual grains of sand started to stir and move, bouncing around the surfaces like raindrops on the road.
"Kevin..." he whispered, "I think you might have it."
Hearing Jamie whisper, Kevin couldn't help but smile. He slowly opened his eyes still trying to maintain his concentration. For a brief few seconds he could see the sand jump around inside the beaker before he broke his concentration and everything reverted back to normal.
Releasing a quick breath Kevin sat shocked looking over at Jamie."Wow … uh … that was unexpected". Kevin knew about his electric power but never has he been able to do anything like that before.
Jamie couldn't help but agree. Controlling sand and fire was totally unexpected, let alone being told to do it in lesson. This was the stuff of fantasy and make-believe, nothing like a normal school. It was then clear to Jamie, he wasn't at this school for being bright, being good at swimming or for being a troublesome kid - he was here for his ability, and chances were that so was everyone else.
"There's something not quite right, about this school." At that moment, a girl screamed, her face full of panic as fire spread across her desk.
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