Elizabeth walked into Willow's room, carrying some teddies and dolls. "Wanna play?" She said sweetly. "Pweeeease?"
Bridget was wearing headphones, listening to her favourite band, Panic! At The Disco, while doodling a picture of a boy on her notepad. "Where is the brown?" She muttered to herself, but soon spotted it on the floor, at the far side of the room. Opening her hand, she concentrated on the pencil and it flew over and landed gently. She smiled at herself- she rather liked her powers as they weren't over-the-top or uncontrollable. "Just like me!" She thought aloud.