Ris put the book back where he had grabbed it from. He sighed as he remembered the twists and turns he had endured as he had read the novel. He might just pick it up again in a few weeks. He bent down to pick up his stuff from where he had left it and he checked to see if his feet were still touching the ground and not metal. The last time he did that, the poor girl had been in the infirmary for more than a week. It was not his fault though that he could not control his power. He tried every day to contain it, but failed to direct its currents. 

He grabbed his bag and walked out of the library, the sun shining into his eyes. He moved his right hand to block it out as he moved towards the dorms, not wanting to give the faculty another excuse to lecture him about control, when they did not know in how to contain him. He carefully made his way that way, hoping not to touch someone and cause any problems.