Chapter 2.
Disclaimer: Only time I'm going to do this. Of course, Twilight characters belong to the wonderful SM. This story, however, is mine.
A/N: I decided to post the second chapter tonight as well. Enjoy!
Inwardly, I'm more than a little nervous. However, I keep my cool and stand. I walk away without so much of a sparing glance at the new kid. I need to clear my mind and try to make sense of all of this. I've never acted this way before. I'm the kind of person that always has a handle on things. I don't do well with things outside of my comfort level. And that new kid is definitely outside of my comfort level.
Regular classes are over by noon. I meet up with Alice, Rose, Emmett, and Jasper outside of the south entrance.
"That last math test took so much of my energy," Emmett sighs.
Rose shakes her head. "I'm sure you've got some strength left in you."
Alice walks a few feet ahead of us and then turns to face us. She stops and puts her hands on her hips. She leans her head to the side, and her long, shiny black hair blows in the wind. "Where are we going for lunch today? We've got a good hour and a half before afternoon classes resume."
"I've actually got somewhere to be during lunch," Jasper informs us. He stuffs one hand in his pocket and checks his watch with the other. "I've got a time slot for the training room."
Volterra Academy has two specialized rooms. The first is a training room. There are six of them located in the basement of the school. The training rooms are easily accessible, and you only have to sign your name for the next available time. Sessions in the training room last an hour, and you can be accompanied by one of the professors or make it a private session. And there's one other room. That's the simulation room. You have to put in a special request to use the room, but you still probably wouldn't get approved. Few people have seen this room, as it isn't available to everyone. Unfortunately, not even I have been inside the room. It's mainly used before missions, and students rarely have missions.
Jasper has been training a lot lately to increase his level four ranking. He wields the power of tangible disintegration. He can use it at will to make an item's molecules fall apart, thereby disintegrating it. Jasper explained the process to me before, as we had to learn about the nature of our powers in first year Biology. However, to me, all I see is an object turn into dust once Jasper touches it. Gladly, Jasper can kind of turn it and off, otherwise it would hinder him from any physical contact.
"Have the headmasters seen what you can do yet?" I ask him.
"Not yet. Perhaps the next time, I'll put in a request for them to watch. I want to make sure I've got this right first." He replies. We haven't even seen his new 'ability' yet. He doesn't want to be so disappointed, I think, if it doesn't turn out as he expects.
"Be careful," Alice says. He agrees to, and leaves in the opposite direction.
"Is Garrett around?" Rosalie questions. "I could go for some real Mexican food."
Garrett is a fourth year student and shares the dorm with Emmett and Jasper. He's also a teleporter and can visit any place so long as he has a good mental picture of it. We tend to use his gift when we want to leave campus to grab a bite to eat or for other reasons.
Emmett shrugs. "He's probably around here somewhere, but I had wanted to show you all something."
We follow Emmett into the southern courtyard where few people are. Most people are in the cafeteria for lunch. Some of the handful of students that are outside are sitting on benches, others relaxing on the grass.
As we walk towards an empty picnic table, all the males outside turn to see Rosalie, some doing so inconspicuously, others blatantly staring. That happens a lot. Not even Emmett can stop their stares sometimes. Alice, Rose, and I sit atop the picnic table as Emmett rubs his hands together.
"You might want to get a firm hold on the table…" He suggests.
Knowing that injuries can very well result, the three of us settle onto the bench part of the table. I grasp the edge of the table in front of me, and ice crystallizes along the back of my hand, creeping onto my fingers and cementing my hand to the table. I'm not taking any chances falling off of this thing with Emmett.
"No fair," Alice whines as she sees my icy hands.
"Yeah," Rose agrees, "How come Bella gets the easy way out? We have to hold on to the table with all of our might. She just gets to sit here."
"Do you want me to ice your hands to the table?" I laugh.
Emmett picks the table up with one hand, and then shows off with one finger as he balances us at least six feet in the air. "Are you ready?" He asks.
"What exactly am I getting myself into?" Rose ties her hair into a tight bun at the top of her head, wanting to be prepared for whatever Emmett has in mind. However, he enjoys surprises, and I doubt he'll explain much.
"It'll be like a little rollercoaster ride," Emmett provides. He adds his other hand to the table. Em links his fingers in the holes of the black iron. He stands with the table above his head. Rose and Alice grip the table with all their might, as Emmett suddenly zooms up into the air.
"Shit!" Rose screams. She takes a few deep breaths and looks anywhere but down as we hover perhaps one hundred feet over the courtyard. "Emmett, you know I don't do rollercoasters."
"C'mon babe, it'll be fun," He promises.
I look at Alice to my right. "You sure you don't want that ice restraint?" I offer again jokingly.
She shakes her head. "I'd rather fall to my death than freeze."
"Alright then," Emmett says. Out of nowhere, he starts zooming forward, catching a wind to the east. I lurch forward in my seat, my hand rubbing against the ice the wrong way. We're about a hundred feet in the air heading straight for the forest that covers the east side of the campus.
"Shortie, can you handle this?" Emmett yells, without giving Alice a choice to choose otherwise.
"Yeah," She calls back. My hair and the cool wind whip my face, but my hands aren't free to do anything. I know it's even worse for Rosalie because she's riding backwards. She looks like she's ready to scream any moment.
Alice grips the table harder as the line of trees get closer with every second. I brace myself for impact, but it never comes. Alice works her magic, and we're literally zooming in and out of the trees. If it isn't obvious, through touch, Alice can change her atoms and molecular makeup to that of the item she's phasing through. "Hold on tight," Emmett warns. The table quickly tips over and I'm upside down for a split second.
Rose starts screaming, and Alice is using a good deal of concentration to focus and to phase us through the trees. "My shoe!" Rose yells. I watch as one of her flats slides off her foot and plummets toward the ground. Emmett finishes the loop, and we're righted again. Rosalie gives a look to one of the guys sitting on the benches below us. He immediately stands up and runs to retrieve her fallen shoe.
"B, How about a little ice ahead of us?" Emmett suggests.
"On it." Ice forms about ten feet ahead of us as I work to create a ramp that goes down and circles back around. Emmett loosens his grip and flies us over the beginning of the ramp. In a liquid motion, he swings around to sit on the bench on Rosalie's side. The table hits the ramp, and I'm a little worried that the ice will break from our weight, so I fortify it. I form ice skis on the ends of the legs of the table, and we slid down. I add ice where I see fit, and we cruise down the roller coaster of ice.
Alice lets go of the table and raises her hands in the air. Rose's screams of terror turn to glee. We slide to the end of the ice, and lose momentum. I look to Emmett and shake my head. "You are crazy. Be happy I didn't fall."
"Be happy that I didn't fall. You would've been dead." Rose warns. Emmett helps her stand.
I break the ice covering my hands, and shake my hands out. What just occurred isn't out of place at our school, so I'm sure no one would think too much of it. Emmett holds the picnic table with his hand, and the four of us return to the courtyard. As soon as we enter the clearing, a guy rushes over to Rosalie. Emmett glares at the guy as he nervously approaches us. "H-here you g-go," He quickly hands her the pink ballet flat that had fallen.
Rose pouts. "All of you all got to demonstrate what you've been working on. I think it should be my turn."
She faces the courtyard before us. At once, every male in the vicinity turns in Rose's direction. I can already see the uncomfortableness in Emmett's body language. He scratches the back of his neck where his curly, dark hair ends. He shifts to one side.
All of the guys at once run over, forming a circle around Rosalie. Not only does Rose have the looks, she also has a little mind control, one of her only limits being that so far it's solely worked on the male gender.
Rosalie focuses her attention on one of the boys. The boy looks to be a first year. He has light blonde hair and dark brown eyes that are transfixed on Rose's figure. As a matter of fact, all of them stare at her in such reverence. After a couple of seconds of her locking eyes with him, he walked to the nearest table, and poured a cup of what looked like a chocolate milkshake all over his head, without any particular emotion. All the other guys surround Emmett, take the picnic table from him, and walk it over to its former place.
The few girls who remain in the area look too intimidated to say or do anything as the boys return from their trance-like state.
"Are they going to remember anything?" I ask Rose.
She shrugs and eyes her manicure. "Probably not." The guy with the milkshake over his head looks around confusingly. He wipes his face off with his jacket sleeve and walks over to a blonde girl. I'd be willing to bet that's his girlfriend. She looks at Rose, but immediately turns away, finding interest in her shoes. We have a bit of a reputation around here. No one messes with us.
"The milkshake thing was hilarious!" Alice laughs as we make our way into the cafeteria. The cafeteria is more of a dinner room in a way. We fill our plates in a side room. All of the tables in this room are adorned with a black tablecloth, and the chairs have soft, red cushions.
Despite the grand look of the room, I'm sure our cafeteria food is about the same as any other school's. It gets a little better for dinnertime, as we have actual chefs come in during the evening. But it's taco day and this is as close to Mexican food as we're going to get. The cafeteria is already kind of full, but our table at the center of the room is never taken.
I take my seat on one side of the circular table, and Alice sits next to me. Emmett and Rose sit across from us. Sometimes Garrett and his friends will join us, not that we particularly mind, but we spot them across the room.
The taco isn't authentic enough, so I add some salsa. It doesn't change it too much though. Nothing beats real tacos from Mexico. Between bites, I ask Rose, "How long can you keep up the mind control?"
Rose cocks her head to the side in thought. "Perhaps fifteen minutes. I'm not sure I've ever timed it."
Emmett shudders. "If no one remembers what you made them do, that has me a little nervous. You've never… used that on me, have you?"
She takes his chin with her index finger, bringing him closer to her. "You are under my spell." She laughs. Emmett rolls his eyes and knocks her hand away.
"I remember when you had to audibly speak commands! Now you're all grown up and messing with men's minds, without saying a word." Alice grabs her napkin and dabs at her eyes. She fans herself, and I try not to but end up cracking a smirk.
I take a swig of my water and look up to see the new kid walking in. Alice is a bit of a gossip, so I turn to her. "Ali, what do you know about the newbie?"
Alice sits up in her seat at the mention of him, her eyes alight with untold secrets. "He's in my physics class. Today we were focusing how our molecular structure can affect our abilities. Dr. Banner used me as an example, right? So, on a molecular level, because my atoms are altered when I phase, I can defy the laws of gravity. I always knew I could levitate. But anyway, he just explained the whole process. So after class, the new guy approached me with all these different questions. It's surprising that Edward is already a third level student."
"Who's Edward?" I ask.
She blinks. "Were you paying any attention?" I really hadn't paid much attention. She had gone on a tangent and lost me. Alice sighs. "Edward is the new guy. This is his first day here, and he's already at a year three level."
"Have the newest class rankings been posted?" I ask.
Emmett replies, "Not yet."
This Edward guy should be a first year student. How did he skip not one year's worth of learning but two? Not even I could do that. I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't be keeping an eye on him. But what are the chances that he'll be placed in the elemental field? There are only five students in the elemental field out of everyone at the Academy. It's one of the smallest fields, if not the smallest.
Rosalie turns around in her chair to get a good look at the new guy. "Which one is he?" She inquires, not hiding her stare at all.
"He's leaving the food line now. Bronze hair, green eyes. He's wearing black." I point out. His wild reddish brown hair almost resembles a flame as he walks, wavering with the wind.
She sets her sights on him. "You're not going to use your power on him, right?" Emmett worries.
"Relax. I don't go around working my charm on just any person." Rose replies. Alice and I exchange glances, and she corrects herself. "Okay well, I don't want the newbie sitting with us. Third year student or not, he won't fit in."
I agree with Rose, but Alice is a little more sympathetic toward him. Emmett remains silent. I watch as Edward walks to the nearest table of students. If only one of us had great hearing or something... A guy seated at the table says something to him, and he walks away. He approaches the next table, and Rosalie and I laugh as Jessica Stanley glares at him. She's a second year student with a nasty attitude. Edward moves to take a seat, but suddenly copies of Jessica fill the empty seats of the table. She's another person with the power of duplication. There a few of those people around here, so she's really no one special.
He looks around, determined to not be forced to sit alone on his first day. His eyes lock gazes with mine. "Shit," I mutter, as he makes his way over. I bow my head down, hoping he doesn't see me, but it's too late.
I push away thoughts in relation to the dream. Just because I saw similar green eyes doesn't mean that it's him. It's just a little eerie, and I'm probably paranoid especially after learning that he's advanced so quickly.
"Make him go away or something." I look to Rosalie with hopeful eyes.
Her eyes pass between me and him. "I'm actually curious now. Did you have a little run-in with him already?"
I grip the arms of the chair in my hands. "Send him away now, and we'll talk about this later."
Emmett and Alice share amused looks, and a voice startles me. "Hey, I'm Edward. Mind if I take a seat here?" Three sets of eyes find me, as I look anywhere but the boy beside me. He mistakes my silence, and sits down right next to me. "I met you earlier, right?" He asks me. "I'm sorry. I don't remember your name."
"I never gave you it."
"Forgive Bella. I'd say she's having a day, but she's really always this irritable." Emmett laughs. It's his way of alleviating the awkwardness.
Edward wipes his palms on his jeans in what looks to be apprehension. "Bella? You're the ice girl?"
I'm not surprised that he's already heard of me, or rather that he's been warned of me. Most people keep their distance, for obvious reasons. I don't claim to be the nicest person around here, and I definitely don't show it.
I give him a smirk, one as chilly as my title, and drop the temperature in the cafeteria. The air turns frigid, icicles forming along the lights above. I even add my own personal touch, forming snowflakes in the moist air, one finding purchase among his unruly bronze hair.
"Yes. Is that a problem?"
I watch as the flakes of snow melt on his hair, turning his wild locks a dark brown. "So you're an elementalist," He states the obvious. He runs his hand through hair.
"Obviously," I retort. I shouldn't let him affect me so. With a sigh, I stand up and grab my half-eaten taco. I'm not so hungry anymore. "I've got to catch up my mythology work. I'll see you all later." I say. I force myself to walk at a regular pace and not hightail it out of here the first chance I get. He'll probably think I'm crazy or something, and hopefully it'll deter him from sitting here tomorrow.
As I leave, I hear Alice strike up a conversation with Edward, and I know they had only been silent because I didn't want him there.
I dump the food in the trash and place the plate in the chute for the dirty silverware, plates, and the like. The sun is attempting to shine through the thick clouds, but there's still a crisp breeze.
I'm at least fifteen minutes early to my elemental class. It's empty sans me. I take my seat and retrieve my Mythology book out of my bag. The reading is on Hestia, so I suppose flipping to the page early this morning had not been too random. The page had been bookmarked. This goddess isn't as interesting as some of the other Greek gods we've learned about. The only things that stand out are that she was a virgin and goddess of the hearth.
Dr. Carlisle, my elemental mentor, arrives. He's not an elementalist himself. He may be one of the only teachers here, who didn't attend the school at one point, as he didn't realize the development of his power until college. He has power mimicry. Dr. Carlisle is able to reproduce our powers after we use them. He's able to do what we can do for up to around 30 minutes before it wears off. Also, he is a great mentor and pretty personable with us. He's on a first-name basis with all his students.
"Good afternoon, Isabella," He greets. Dr. Carlisle steps over to his desk and takes a seat. "You're here early."
"I needed a place to read," I reply. I slip off my sleek white gloves and place them in my bag.
He nods in understanding. "I see you're still studying diligently. You make me proud to be your mentor."
We share a laugh, and the bell rings. I clear my table, and prepare for class. The elemental room only has six tables and two chairs at each one. There's another room in the back especially for practicing and testing out our powers. It's called the Chamber.
Within a few minutes, the class trickles in. Edward walks in among them. He takes a seat in the last row, the second row. We don't have many students in the class, so we only use the first row. I'm not very surprised to see Edward in here. Whenever there are new students, they have to be analyzed before they're given a rank and a field. Most new students don't come here with a clear field, so they're placed somewhere else until speculation. Since we have the smallest field, it makes sense that he's sent here for the first day.
Dr. Carlisle makes Edward stand in front of us to say a little about himself. He looks a little uncomfortable up there, but he introduces himself to the class. "Hello. Um… my name is Edward Cullen. I'm from Chicago, Illinois. And I guess I hope to learn more about myself and my abilities, and I want to improve."
"Would you like to demonstrate anything?" Dr. Carlisle inquires.
Edward stares at the ground below him, visibly considering it. "No, if that's alright." He finally says. "I'd rather get a feel of things here, first."
"Very well then." Dr. Carlisle stands to take over the class. Edward shuffles past him to walk back to his seat behind us. "Are you familiar with anyone in here yet, or should we do introductions?"
I hide my face with a veil of hair, avoiding any eye contact with Edward or Dr. Carlisle. As it is now, of the three tables that are occupied, I sit at the very end to the left without a desk partner. I can see where this is going.
As I predict, Edward replies, "Bella and I have met… And I believe Benjamin is to be my roommate."
"There's an empty seat next to Bella. Why don't you move to the front?" Dr. Carlisle suggests. He gives Edward a moment to relocate to the seat beside me.
Edward notices the look on my face as I slide my items closer to me. "You want to sit alone," He whispers.
It's a statement, not a question. But I reply, "Yes."
"I can move to the table behind you. It's not a problem. You probably work best alone."
I nod but grimace. "As much as I enjoy my personal space, Dr. Carlisle already instructed you to sit here. For his sake, I'll allow it." Edward would only be here temporarily until his field is determined.
He gives me a weird look but turns away to face Dr. Carlisle. Our mentor picks up where he left off. "This is a small close knit group." He begins to introduce us, "First we have Bella. I'm glad you two are already acquainted, as you'll be together for the partner activities. She has cryokinesis, and she's one of the most hardworking students I know.
"To the right of you is Kate, an electrokinetic. She can absorb, generate, and conduct all forms of electricity." His voice drops to a whisper as he continues. "But, I like her best for her ability to charge my phone within a matter of seconds. That kind of thing comes in handy." He winks at the blonde, and she laughs in return.
Kate's eyes are bluer than mine are. Whereas my eyes are a light blue sometimes light gray depending on the seasons, Kate has striking dark blue eyes. The blue color seems to always be changing from a lighter blue to an electric blue, and I find it similar to lightning in pure form. Kate and I are well-acquainted as she's dating Garrett, the teleporter.
"Everyone in this class, due to their years of study, is at the manifestation level, which is something we're proud to say." Dr. Carlisle steps over to Gianna. "Next is Gianna. As a botanikinetic, she can manifest and manipulate plants." Dr. Carlisle points to the second year who is also seated at the table beside us. She's a curly haired ginger with forest green eyes that are very piercing and calculating. She's probably sixteen. We don't exactly go by age here. Everyone starts out in their first year, except for Edward apparently. Don't mistake Gianna's young looks and plant powers for that of an innocent individual, though. Her favorite weapon is her manifestation of killer vines that not only emit poison, but also are strong enough to wrap around her victim in a choke hold.
Dr. Carlisle moves on to Benjamin. He gives him a small handshake out of respect, and fluently speaks, "As-salam alaykum."
Benjamin responds in Arabic, "Wa alaykum e-salam." Benjamin leans past Kate and Gianna to give Edward what looks to be a reassuring smile.
"Benjamin is one of our Egyptian students. We have many students from all over the world. Volterra Academy has taken them in and allowed them the same opportunity that everyone else has, to have an understanding of their abilities. This is regardless of their nationality or culture. There are a couple other native Egyptians here, along with Chinese, Canadians, Russians, Spanish, Italian,… and I'm sure I'm forgetting a few other nationalities. Either way, you'll most likely run into them the longer you stay." Dr. Carlisle explains.
As a matter of fact, Kate is a native Russian. She's been in America for most of her life though. Each student here is required to take at least three different languages throughout his/her studies. I'm not taking one this year. However, I've taken French and Japanese so far.
The fourth year student, Benjamin is fluent in English. Since Dr. Carlisle is well-versed in Egyptian Arabic, at times he'll address him in his native tongue. Whenever he does this, a smile always comes onto Benjamin's face and his dark brown eyes are alight. His bronze skin and short, wavy hair, as dark as midnight, has always seemed to stand out to me. It makes me a little jealous because of my pale skin, and I burn so easily in the sunlight. Suntan lotion is always a must.
He turns his attention back to Benjamin as he speaks to Edward. "Benjamin is skilled in geokinesis. He can create and control most elements derived from earth.
"Last but not least," Dr. Carlisle adds. He gestures to the sixth student. "We have Eleazar from Spain. As a psammokinetic, his power is associated with sand." Eleazar is a more reserved student. He has a light olive skin tone and dark brown cropped hair. I don't know too much about him except that he's a fourth year and had been recruited while in Spain. As a first year student, he had studied English and is now very fluent."
As Dr. Carlisle returns to the front of the room, he gives Edward a warm smile. "So, I'm sure that you'll fit in very well here… We'll be focusing a lot on working together to better understand, not our own, but each other's abilities and limits. It's important-as I'm sure your combat teacher has emphasized- to know your opponent's skills and weaknesses. Being elementalists, all of your powers are so alike and you may find similar constraints. In this way, you can help each other."
I've heard this spiel before, so I'm sure this is only for Edward's benefit. Edward's eyes seem somewhat hopeful as he watches Dr. Carlisle with rapt attention.
The bell rings, signaling the end of class. I'm more than thankful to be able to escape the class at this point. I'm a little beyond annoyed that I've had to associate with the new kid so much. It's not at all how I had expected this day to go.
Something keeps nagging me, a thought that continues to pass through my mind. My mythology class is next, however I feel the need to take a detour.
I enter the room that the ESP field uses as people are filing out of the room. I make my way to the teacher's desk. Madame Scarlett sits atop her desk, watching me closely. Her long, wavy, onyx-colored hair matches her black, flowing dress. It stops above her ankles. The bright red heels she's wearing are the only reference to her name. From what I've heard, she's more of an eccentric mentor, but of course, I've never had her.
"Isabella Swan," She greets. Her dark eyes look over me in an unsettling way. Due to my status in the elemental field, many teachers know of me, however I had a weird sense about how she knew my full name.
"Hello Madame Scarlett," I greet, glancing around the room. The tables are pushed into a half circle in the middle of the room. It is very unlike the layout of the elemental room. My eyes unwillingly revert to the teacher before me.
She continues to stare into my eyes, a look of discernment crosses her face. "You've been having dreams?"
This is the reason that I had decided to come to her, especially after seeing the same green eyes from my nightmare on Edward. However, to hear the clairvoyant voice it was still unnerving. I don't believe Madame Scarlett can actually see the future or get glimpses of anything, she just senses certain things. Maybe it's precognition of some sort.
"Yes," I respond. "More like nightmares, though."
"What is your question, child?" She inquires. Her voice is almost monotone and low.
I phrase my question carefully. "Is it possible that things you see in dreams are able to occur in real life?"
"It's called veridical dreaming, a form of clairvoyance."
I toy with one of my brown curls, as I consider this new information. "Isn't that only for people who possess ESP abilities?"
Madame Scarlett finally looks away as she climbs down from her desk. She walks around to the other side to sit on her chair. Madame Scarlett brings her elbows onto the table and rests her chin on her hands. "Well… not necessarily. Anyone who is deeply in touch with not only the physical side of their abilities, but also the spiritual side can probably tap into a form of veridical dreaming. But of course, since the power is not one that they possess, it isn't something that one would be able to control. It may come before danger or a major event in one's life. Few people without any ESP capabilities can do this, and there is rarely more than one occurrence of it."
This random event of dreaming sounds like what happened. I doubt that I'm tapping into a new power of mine.
"Perhaps it will be more beneficial if you tell me what exactly occurred in the dream," She offers. As a clairvoyant, I would have expected her to be able to tell me what I had dreamed. But, I'm so anxious to find out that I don't think much of it. She probably wants to hear me explain it myself.
"Um, there was a dark hallway and-"
"Hallways are associated with new opportunities being opened. It also represents a transitional phase, but paired along with darkness means fear of the unknown. You're afraid of major changes and like things the way they are; however, something big will affect you, and it's up to you to decide whether that'll be positively or negatively."
Madame Scarlett pegs my personality perfectly. It's almost a little scary, but I suppose she has to know a lot about dreams. Feeling more confident in her judgment, I continue, "There was a man made of fire, and he reached out to touch me. I was on fire, and the pain was so real. And those green eyes. I'm almost sure of it now. His eyes were the same as the new guy's, Edward Cullen."
A small, knowing smile comes onto her face. The bell rings, and I know I'm late to mythology class. Madame Scarlett lets out a laugh, but it sounds so unused and is more of a cackle. "You may be a little confused as things are blurry now, but it'll all clear up. Fire is a very passionate element, you know. You have to deal carefully with a flame, or else."
I feel like she's speaking in some kind of code. I dislike things that aren't clear or set in stone. Her words can't be any more ambiguous. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"Just a helpful reminder," She says. "All in due time."
She reaches into her drawer and pulls out a thick, worn leather book. The pages are coming out of the binding, and are tinged with various shades of light brown. Handwriting in gold in is written on the front spelling out 'Dream Book.'
"Give it a read," Madame Scarlett suggests, placing it into my hands. "That book and experience taught me all I know. Use it to help you decipher your dream, or if any others come up. You can bring it back any time."
"Thank you." I hold it carefully in my palms, lest anything happen to it.
"You don't need a pass to class. When you get to the mythology room, just tell Esme that you were with me. Good luck!" She dismisses me. As strange as Madame Scarlett had proved to be, she did have that air of experience.
The only problem is that I feel even more clueless and frustrated now than I did when I arrived. So much for getting the answers to all my questions…
A/N: So Bella has ice powers. Jasper has disintegration. Rosalie can control all male minds and has enhanced beauty. The mind control thing doesn't work as well on others with mental abilities. Alice can phase through objects. And Emmett has super strength and flight.