Lightning Inferno

[Klint Veersverktsten]

Klint was doodling pictures of cats trapped in squares when a shrill, stinging voice rung through his head. He hadn't got much sleep the night before and the teacher's nagging bark was the last thing he wanted to hear. "Mr. V? Would you care to demonstrate how one of your powers might perform what i have just explained?" she smiled sarcastically, knowing well that he hadn't a clue what she just explained or how to do it, but he hated when she did that, so he was all for proving the b**ch wrong. He stood up quickly and stormed past her to the front of the room, checking the blackboard in a panic to perhaps catch a glimpse of what he was required to do, but all he saw was a stick man with arrows pointing up to his arms.
He reached the front of the high-ceilinged room and turned to face the smirking faces of the class, noticing in particular one rather amused looking boy jeering at him. He flicked his arms and almost immediately, forks of lighting darted in streams from his arms and he flew quite high into the air. The sound was deafening in the big room but it was exhilerating. He flicked his arms again and hit the floor with his thick shoes. The teacher guffawed and clapped her hands but the class looked crestfallen. He was a success. Get in.

[Dylan Woods.]

Dylan was very interested in the lesson that the teacher was giving. He wanted more than anything in the whole world to be able to control his fire powers. Sure, he was proud he could already control his telepathy without having any lessons on how to do so, but it infuriated him that he couldn't manage to control his fire. Dylan was bent quite close to the desk, writing down as many notes as possible on what the teacher was explaining - he had the feeling he was going to pay attention in the magic classes but flunk and fail the other ones. He didn't really like the fact that it seemed he knew less than all the others. Dylan glanced around the classroom, his pale brown eyes - showing his panic - taking in all the other students. One boy stuck out to him, this boy didn't seem to be paying any attention whatsoever. This annoyed Dylan greatly, whipping back around so he could take down more notes, he ran his right hand through his hair, so he could still write whilst he was doing this.

The teacher suddenly pounced on a student, Dylan looked up to notice it was the distant looking boy who the teacher called "Mr V." Dylan smirked, Serves him right. he thought to himself sourly. He'd like to think that he would have been able to do what the teacher was asking had he been called up. He prepared himself for a laugh, he hoped this was going to embarrassing for Mr V. To his surprise, the boy did exactly what the teacher had asked of him. Dylan flinched as Mr V shot lightening into his hair creating a loud bang that hurt his ears. Dylan angrily crossed his arms in front of his chest, wishing with all his heart that Mr V had screwed up. He kicked the table leg angrily with his foot and made no attempt to hide the contempt on his face.