“Did you see that!” Students were excited and scared as they entered Geoff’s classroom. “She picked him up… by the neck! Maybe she’s gonna kill him!” As the class filled people were talking more and more. This was within a period of about ten seconds. [i]What is happening outside…? Someone has lifted another student off of the ground? Was this hostile?[/i] 

“I’ll be back in a moment…” He said to his class, in his usual quiet tone. His eyes half open, he floated out of the class to find the hallway had become a circle. That didn’t make sense… the students had formed a circle? Maybe that… They formed a circle-like-thing around the corner and what appeared to be an amazonian lifting a small child. Perhaps that’s exactly what it was. At any rate, a rule was no fighting, Geoff had to put a stop to it. He floated through the crowd, into the outer circle and...

CRACK!

It sounded as though there was a thunder storm in the building. Geoff had briefly removed the air from an area near the ceiling, the crack was from the air rushing to refill the space. The noise of everyone in the hallway became a memory. 

“If you do not mind, I would like to have a morning without commotion for once during my tenure at this school.” His voice was still quiet, but to any who had his class before, it was rather noticeably louder than usual. Burr narrowed his eyes, “Mishka, I presume. Why don’t you set Mr. Turner down?” Geoff reads the files for the newer students and those who have his classes before the year begins, so he has an understanding of what they all can do and who they are… He understands that in the teenage years, people are rather… [i]Crazy… I don’t think there’s another way to put it.[/i] He thought to himself.