A loud snoring almost shook the house as the superpowered teenager slept at her desk. There was a bing as a message popped up on her computer, reminding her of the meeting. She slept through it, but soon, her phone began to buzz in her pocket. She roused and picked it out of her pocket, looking at it. Ballet lessons were starting soon... She didn't do ballet, she was about to go back to sleep when. She quickly glanced at her computer. Suddenly, her brain kicked into action and she remembered that Ballet was the code for the meet up. "CRAAAAAAAP!" She yelled. rolling off the chair and slumping on the floor, but quickly getting back to her feet and walking towards the door, A little too tired for her own good, as she grabbed the door handle, her arm took on the brass properties of it and she walked out into the hallway, before opening the door to the appartment blocks stairwell. She was half-way down the stairs when she remembered to lock the door. "Dammit..." she moaned, before running back up the stairs to lock it.

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20 minutes later
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There was a loud thud at the back of the shop as Jerry opened the door a little more forcefully than she should have. "Sorry..." she mouthed to everyone in the restaurant. She walked up to the counter and ordered a Korma. She then looked around, not entirely sure who was a member of the team. She saw the relatively large gathering of teenagers and slowly and... As inconspicuously as an overly muscular teenaged girl could before looking down. "So... Are you guys..." she wasn't entirely sure if she should go around asking about stuff like this. She placed her hand on the table and then raised it to reveal that the palm of her hand was now plastic, the same colour as the table. "It's a... Magic trick..." she said, pursing her lips as to express awkwardness as she had the sneaking suspicion that the door was going to be broken down and her dragged off by the FBI or maybe those S.H.I.E.L.D. guys that the internets tinfoil-hat-society constantly talked about.