The girl, Drow seemed to look at him like she was examining him. He stood still, maybe quaking from his seat. For the question he had asked earlier Drow nodded as a reply. He didn’t know he had put the rusted spoon back on the table until Drow picked it up and looked at it. ‘Oh my god, why did I put that there, no…’ He knew this school has some interesting and in a way magical…very magical students but as his memory of the past came back he didn’t anyone know about his ability. She moved from her seat and threw away the spoon. ‘Maybe she will not ask…’ he took a big bite out of his ice cream sandwich hoping it will not happen.

“Power.” Zivon ended up choking on his favorite food. “Geh!” He pounded his chest hoping for the ice cream sandwich to properly goes down and not kill him. For a while his breakfast properly went down and he gave a sigh of relief. After realizing Drow still sort of asked about his power he kept a lot form his seat. ‘Look, everyone has a something magical about them so you can say it and nothing will go wrong’ Trying to reassure himself he put down the ice cream bar and looked at Drow. 

“I-I I uum I I ca- can, we-ll uh, A-ge Ma-niplu-" All of a sudden this guy he didn’t see before said. “Er... Pretend we're talking. Please? I'll explain later." He didn’t remember seeing a guy there; his sort of purplish black hair surprised him for a second. He wanted to ask why but Oona who might have been spacing out got hit on the head by a fruit. “Wh-at?” Things are getting weird…der. Oona excused herself and went towards a guy who might have tripped and his food went flying off. The two seemed to started to shout to each other, he didn’t know what was happening and wished for someone to explain.