“Not that I can control that well. There have been a few accidents in the past.” She gave a deep sigh, “I never told anyone before,” she admitted shyly. “I was just shocked to see someone else that could do things like that,” she shrugged not really sure of what else to say. She had no real idea what it even was she was doing or even what it meant, or even why she did it in this case. Was it the prospect of finding someone else that was similar? Most certainly had to be, there was no other explanation she could think of. 

“i-” she was interuppted by a ding on her cellphone. “Sorry,” she smiled sheepishly as she quickly swiped the screen to reveal a text message. It was Chelsea.
[I]
I C U & i'm proud of u
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She huffed and fired a quick glare in her friend's direction before turning back to Mr Winchester.

“Sorry about that,” she said slipping her phone back into her pocket. 

She wanted to ask more questions, but this clearly wasn't the place nor the time. Too many people around. Sure a conversation about 'magic' wouldn't be out of place here, but still, this wasn't just any conversation. 

“I-I'm sorry. I just had so many questions. I should go. You probably have an audience waiting on you," she said, embarrassed at herself now.