Niall |DISCONTINUED|

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Niall clicked onto the web browser. He was not familiar with it and did not know what he would find, but he did know that he was curious about what exactly was going on with him and that he wanted to get to the bottom of it. Bradley Simpson watched him wrack his brain before finally finding the best words that he could use to decipher what exactly this was.

Magic powers

He began his search, finding words such as absorption, aerokinesis, apotheosis and so much more. He read each one, some were close shots, but they didn't fit the entirety of his special parameters.

It was a lengthy process that in which he read about flying people, matter changing ability, energy absorption, ice formation, fire, sonic booms, shrieks, teleportation and even shape shifting. Low and behold though, he finally found telekinesis as well as its branches.

This was Niall, this was who he was.

He grabbed books, many. Maybe twenty books all on telekinesis. He planned to read them daily, passing the time that he had. Niall wanted a visual, he wasn't sure how to do that in particular, but it almost seemed remedial. He typed telekinesis into the web browser and three links down he found a website; YouTube. He watched, fascinated by the beginning graphics and music.

Allowance of a person to influence a physical system without physical interaction.

The examples showed people moving things such as book pages, furniture, simple appliances and so much more. Niall smiled and went onto another video.

"Um, you know...sorry. I was just going to say that you can make it full-screen. Watch." Bradley Simpson said, taking hold of the mouse and clicking the full-screen tab in the bottom right. He was a senior, same year as Niall and the cinematographer for the graduating class. Brad was one of those people who had no interest in making Niall's life even worse than it truly was.

*****

Niall stared up at the flagpole. The atmosphere was still, no wind, just sun, blue skies and puffy white clouds. He hadn't ever forcefully attempted to make his ability work. He had especially not attempted to make it work from such a distance.

Niall concentrated hard, furrowing his brow and crinkling the skin of his forehead. He centered his mind on the flag, imagining how it would look if it were moving, the energy required to make it move. Finally, and much to Niall's delight, the flag flickered like a flame going up against a windy day. At his feat Niall smiled.

"All right, who's next? Uh, Niall. Favourite poem? Did you bring one?" Mr. Ulmann asked.

  "Yeah." Niall whispered. He nodded his head also, making sure that the instructor knew that he had.

"Well, why don't you come to the front of the class and share it will us all." Ulmann suggested.

Niall stood up. He dug deep into his left pocket and retrieved a poem written in his neat print. He had taken time to make it look nice, choosing the style of calligraphy for the assignment. Niall walked slowly, shuffling his feet halfway up the aisle. He unfolded the paper and completed his journey.

"This unfrequented place to find some ease. Ease to the body some, none to the mind. Times past, and what once I was and what am now. O wherefore was my birth from Heaven foretold. Twice by an Angel, who at last in sight. Of both my Parents all in flames....ascended." Niall finished, stuffing the paper back into his pocket and attempting to weasel his way back to his seat.

"Okay, uh, that was uh... disturbing. That is the most you've said in class all year. Is there anything else you'd like to share or are you done scaring us for the day?" Mr. Ulmann inquired.

  "Arsehole." Eleanor coughed.

"Excuse me Ms. Calder, did you say something?" Mr. Ulmann asked in slight disbelief.

  "I said awesome. I just thought what Niall read was awesome. Didn't you Mr. Ulmann?" Eleanor smiled over at Niall. People snickered , knowing what Eleanor truly had said and the man fixed his tie, also knowing, but far too embarrassed to call the girl out.

"All right, who's next? Bradley. I mean Harry." Mr. Ulmann coughed.

*****

Maura sewed along the torn hem. She couldn't particularly believe that someone had torn such a nice dress. Though, she hadn't truly repaired a dress of such exquisite flavour in so long and it brought her a form of joy.

The woman ran the dress up the sewing machine again, back-sewing for a cleaner and more finished look.

"Excuse me? Is anyone in?" A voice called out and Maura didn't respond, just stopped the machine and stood up, making her way to the front of the shop. "Oh, Maura." Johannah said.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, I didn't know where Anthony and Maria..." She droned off.

"May I help you Mrs. Poulston?" 

Johannah cleared her throat and glanced towards the back of the shoppe.

"I here to pick up. Reserved under Tomlinson though." She said, feeling the distaste that radiated off of Maura. Maura turned around, searching through the rack of finished garments before settling on a tuxedo. Johannah sighed. "I also wanted to apologise for what happened at the school there's no excuse for what he did really, but he's a good boy and--"

"Are any of those boys good?" She rushed, handing Johannah the finished tuxedo, lined over with protective plastic. Johannah unveiled the product, admiring the job well done. She handed over the full payment.

"This is such lovely work Maura. I love what you've done with it, how you can barely see the stitches. So few people work this well these days. I couldn't do this myself. Louis, he's going to look so dapper....I remember my prom." She trailed off.

"Thank you." Maura said, going back to her work in the rear of the shop as the door bell rang and Johannah Poulston walked clear from her line of sight.