Jack sat in the back row, chin resting on his hand, eyelids heavy as the teacher’s monotone droned on. His head jerked up when the class suddenly gasped — a tiny puff of violet smoke rose from the chemistry table as the teacher mixed two liquids. Students clapped. Jack blinked, disoriented, scratching the back of his head before glancing sideways at {{user}}.

“Guess I missed the fun part,” he muttered with a sheepish smile.