The Magic of Magic

Identity

"You okay?"

Clara looked back at the boy before her. Even though she had just met him, she didn't want him to worry about her again. So she tried to make the situation humourous, "You seem to always be asking me if I'm okay. Don't worry, I'm okay."

Byron sat back down at gave her a smirk, "Oh, mocking me now are we?" Clara gave a subtle laugh and took a swig of her warm drink. But she couldn't help and stare out the window again.

'The man isn't there anymore. It's just like he disappeared.'

She looked back at Byron drinking from his cup. This time she admired his facial structures. She noticed how his eyes looked a bit more softer now the two were just resting and how his hair was a dark brown curly bush. And his skin was unblemished making him look really young; she found it funny that his face made him look like a young teenager.

A thought went through her head. "You know, since I have to be living with you for however long, might as well get to know you. How old are you?"

He placed his coffee down, "I'm 20. You?" "Well, from my ID card, I'm 19. Has anyone ever told you that you look 16?" Byron nodded his head, "All the time. One time I tried to buy spray paint for my friend, and the guy who worked there didn't believe I was old enough until I answered a question that apparently only 1990s kids would understand according to him."

They both laughed and took their last sips of coffee. Byron let out a sigh and checked the time, "Let's head back to the orphanage. I need to help out some of the volunteers with cooking dinner. And maybe after I'll tell you more about Allos."

Clara stood up and stretched, agreeing to his proposal. As they both walked out of the building, Byron stretched out an arm to call for a taxi. During the taxi ride, the two got to know more about each other.

And their conversation seemed short as they were already at the orphanage.

Byron and Clara walked the path leading up to the entrance of the gigantic building. "Now that I think about it, do you remember if you're an Allos?" Byron said as he opened the first set of doors.

Clara entered through the doors and took off her shoes. 'Am I an Allos?' She glanced over her shoulder, "I don't know. But wouldn't have my powers already activated by now? You did say that sometimes powers would activate themselves if the person doesn't know how to control them."

Both entered through the second set of doors to be hit with a wave of savory fragrances in the air and a bell chiming above the door they had just went through.

"And since I am just finding about all this now, it would've been going crazy by now." Clara finished. "Ah! You two are back!" She turned around to see Byron's mom poke her head through the kitchen door.

"We decided to cook dinner a bit early tonight Ronnie, why don't the two of you set up the dining room?" "Sure."

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Clara was surprised at the size of the dining room, but of course there were many kids and young teenagers that were housed here. Although, she wouldn't call this a dining room. There were many sets of plates and utensils situated on three long tables with benches attached to them. And there was a large glistening chandelier along with small lights hanging from the ceiling. It basically looked like an eating room for royalty.

"For an orphanage, this place is amazing." she said to herself. All of the sudden a loud bell rang throughout the building which caused Clara to cover her ears. And as soon as the bell ended, doors that were the entrance to the dining room swung open.