[center][h1][color=FF8C00]James Erikson[/color][/h1]
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Xavier's Institute Basement
Interacting: No one in particular[/center]

James began to get a bit antsy as verbal one liners were thrown back and forth. It wasn't just because he wasn't a fan of this crap. Every time he opened his mouth, Will managed to rub him the wrong way. Reminded him too much of his tormentors from high school. Finishing his breakfast, James casually teleported to the trash can, threw out his garbage, and went back to his seat. He was about to go back to awkwardly observing the conversation, as usual, before he suddenly realized something. He just casually used his powers. In fact, that was the first time he had used them for something so simple. Perhaps this whole "mutant school" idea was starting to rub off on him. Realizing he wasn't really paying attention, James shook himself from his thoughts and observed, waiting for the Professor to continue the lesson. Whatever it would be.