Thursday, September 21
Dawn had a headache from psionics class. She’d had a moderate amount of success in telekinesis and telepathy that had made her think that maybe she was halfway decent at psionics. But her attempts at psychometry, the psionic skill that she’d had the most interest in, were paltry and she felt rather defeated.
Professor Rook, as always, was entirely unruffled. Dawn lifted her bag onto her shoulder as the class emptied and pondered the wisdom of getting a snack—or maybe a coffee—before her sociology class in an hour.
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