[center][h2][color=firebrick]Paul Ray[/color][/h2][/center]

[color=firebrick][b]"Pfff, when will the train arrive miss Meredith?"[/b][/color] Paul asked his teacher. When asked about which teacher Paul is most cautious around, he always answers Meredith Hillard. That woman is a walking mystery. In the two years Paul had been a student at Herculean Academy, Meredith was the one he had the hardest time dealing with. It's not like she is a bad teacher or that Paul doesn't like her lessons; it's her freaking personality that Paul can't get around. One second she's your typical teacher, doing whatever teachers usually do in their free time, and the next second she becomes a little kid that loves nothing more than to annoy the other students with her overly hyper, happy and infectious personality.

Paul wondered what a person's first impression of her would be if they were to look at her right then. They would see a blonde woman, dressed from top to bottom in black clothes, munching on a leek, sitting on the bench in a perched position. [color=firebrick][i]Can't get more crazy than that...[/i][/color] Paul thought, a small grin forming on his lips.

They were waiting for the train with the new batch of would-be superheroes to arrive. Paul remembered his first day, stepping out of the train car and into a world that would change his life forevermore. Today, he had been tasked to escort the freshmen along with miss Meredith back to the academy. Paul figured why the vice-principal made that decision. If miss Meredith was the only one to greet the students, the poor souls would go crazy after only 2 minutes of exposure to her.

Paul sighed, [color=firebrick][b]"Oh well, i guess i'll just wait"[/b][/color] he said and sat on the bench, next to his teacher. He reached down on the floor with his left hand and, using his powers, drew the iron from the steel-reinforced floor tiles and created two perfectly round, shiny iron balls. He picked them up and started rotating them in his hand.