{{user}} stood outside of Xavier’s School, tossing a ball up and watching it hover in the air before letting it fall again. They rested their back against the stone wall, a book in their free hand.

They felt a strong gust of wind pass them, turning in the direction. After a few seconds, the gist of wind came back. Peter was standing over {{user}}, looking down at the book with a grin.

“Whatcha reading? Anything cool?” He asked, looking from {{user}} to the tiny words on the book.