Arguing about names and all that stuff was good and all but we were getting late.

"Alright, we've got five more minutes. Let's head to the auditorium. We can still make it if we hurried." I didn't know where the auditorium even was but I was being awfully confident.

"No need. I'll just teleport. Both of you come close." Marg offered. She was still emotionless. I didn't know what ticked the girl but maybe she wasn't so bad.

Suddenly I got flashbacks from this morning. My earlier disappointment made a triumphant return. But I controlled it.

When I stood next to her, the old librarian lady gave me a stare but didn't really say anything. I guess using powers indoors was frowned upon but not against the rules.

It took an instant but the space around me warped and this time I forgot to close my eyes. I could now finally understand why she wanted me to close my eyes. Because in that one instant I saw so many things, so many little things, that I wish I never had. I almost threw up but that wasn't the worst part.

Light blinded me for a second before the three of us ended up before the massive entrance of the auditorium. With a blinding headache, I swayed. I really should have kept my eyes closed.

"I'll see you inside." Marg took her leave: she didn't care about my condition to the least. I knew it was my fault for keeping my eyes open, but really?

I did think she'd stick around though. But maybe she just liked to be alone.

Marg's power was pretty handy. I wouldn't have been surprised if the government went after her or the terrorist gang of Alzana. Come to think of it, was she really safe at this school? I didn't really know much about her but it did make me wonder a lot of things.

"Alright, this is where we part too." Selene fidgeted for a second. "Sorry about crashing into you. I was looking for a soft land and you just happened to be there." Selene for the first time ever, just spat out the whole truth without sugarcoating anything.

I wished she wasn't this blunt though. "No-No problem."

The small amount of respect I had for her as my senior had vanished before I could even blink. She was now an official gorilla in my book.

I turned around and went to the entrance. There were some prefects checking the proof of admission. Was this thing really necessary?

***

I showed my stuff and went inside. It was grand- was an understatement. It was big, too big- ten times bigger than our entire apartment and yards combined. There were at least a few hundred students inside and the teachers were all on stage in their respective seats. Just one seat was empty and it looked more like a throne than a seat.

I looked around and found an open seat at the back.

"Is this taken?" I asked.

"No."

I sat down. There weren't any students in a three-seat radius apart from the two of us.

'What's going on?'

I didn't like where this was going but I looked to my right and yup, the reason was simple. It was that Angelmen guy: looking all cool and calm in his black leather jacket.

We didn't really talk and just stared at the teachers above the stage. Our class teacher was up there too.

"Strange. Why isn't it starting?" Five minutes had already passed but it wasn't starting.

"The headmaster isn't back yet," Clyde replied.

I didn't really expect a reply from him. After all, I wasn't talking to him. Rather, I was just talking to myself. So I didn't bother replying and he didn't bother saying anything else either. It was awkward.

Five minutes turned to ten and ten to twenty. Students were merely socializing amongst themselves so nothing was wrong. Not to them, but to me everything was. What was I supposed to do now? I couldn't just walk out in the middle of this and I couldn't stay put like this either.

Not to mention I was sitting next to a practical genius. Was he even interested in talking to me? Only one way to find out. "Hi, I'm Robert Jintel. Nice to meet you." I spread my hands to embarrass myself. There was nothing better to do anyway. And I made up the Robert part out myself.

"Clyde Angelmen. And who was this Helio then?" He glared at me and shook my hands violently. It didn't hurt but it did make me feel uncomfortable. And what was with this guy? He was wearing all black, his hair was black and even his leopard-like ears! Did he have a fetish for black things?

I guess I was being unfair. After all, he couldn't have picked his looks anyway.

I freed my hands. "How do you know that name?" I tried to pretend.

Helio was my grandfather's name and he might or might not have destroyed three countries by mistake. I might or might not have been a part of that incident as well.

"I can hear anything within the school borders. I can manipulate sound." The guy was basically telling me his deepest secrets. Was he some kind of idiot?

'What are you, some sort of a God?'

To be able to hear anything within the radius of the school? I wouldn't have been surprised if he claimed to be God tomorrow. "That's actually kind of awesome." I hated to admit it but I couldn't deny it either.

"Yeah well, it's no big deal." For a guy who acted nonchalant about it, he sure seemed to be awfully proud of his abilities. He looked at me. "So how many girls did you bang?" His grin didn't really feel friendly. "You were acting awfully chummy with those two."

"Excuse me?" Was I hearing right?

"I meant how many girls you slept with." Was this guy really being serious?

We weren't best friends and this wasn't some school field trip. "I don't think I have any reasons to tell-"

"None, I see." And the guy came to his own conclusion.

'What are you, a mind reader?'

I almost wanted to punch him now. But before I could say another word he pointed at the stage. "And he's here. Judging by that smell, he got laid a few minutes ago."

Why was this guy so obsessed with sex? And what in the name of hell was wrong with his nose? Just how was he able to smell something like that from a hundred meters worth of distance? I didn't get it, so I looked at his nose with intense. And the half of the guy's mustache wasn't really a mustache. It was fur?

I wasn't given a chance to speak yet again as the headmaster tapped on the microphone a few times. "Is this thing working?"

'It sure is.'