Jericho stood outside of the gym watching the other students pour inside. He had never been around other magic users before and the sheer number startled him.
	He looked down at the wilted dandelion in his hand. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. The flower uncurled itself as his breath filled his lungs. Exhaling, the flower curled itself back into the slightly browned wilting thing it had been a moment before. It was a focus technique that he had made up in middle school. He repeated this twice more before dropping it on the ground and heading for the door to the gymnasium.