[h2]Luke Schwarz -- Subject of Interrogratian[/h2]

[b]"I've noticed people tell me it happens a lot, but I've never seen it myself."[/b] he fired back, intimidated but not deterred. [b]"In fact, the first time I heard about it, I stared at myself in the mirror for nearly two hours to see if it'd do anything."[/b]

And as it happened, two boring hours passed. Without the odd outstanding emotional stimulus nor Shinbou-inspired writing (okay, imagery) direction to produce a reaction, it simply lead to one very bored Schwarz son milling about his room before collapsing onto his bed for a mid-afternoon nap. Really, the only potential evidence he'd found towards the theory was one very, very brief instance where he thought his mom's might have done so, but even then he was mostly sure he was just seeing things then.

Even in spite of the accusations that the same was happening with him.

[i]...Maybe.

Maybe it does move.

Maybe there's a chance.

A small chance.[/i]

[b]"I haven't seen it happen with either of my sisters, either. Are you sure the thing being there in the first place isn't just messing with you? It [i]is[/i] pretty distinct."[/b]

Whatever the case was, he was as stumped as to why as she was. After all, how could he not be? He'd spent so much more time denying its existence than actually considering the possibility, so why would he even begin to know? He was only human, he didn't hold the secrets of the universe in the palm of his hand! For Pete's sake, he still had [i]twelve years[/i] to burn before reaching wizardry!

It [i]wasn't[/i] a foregone conclusion!

[b]"You probably just saw it in the wind. It was pretty breezy on the landing pad, remember?"[/b] he suggested diplomatically.