Chapter 1: New Inhibitor

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The woman, a teacher apparently, knocked twice before turning to smile at him, reassuring that it was indeed his classroom here. She left before the door opened and the young boy just had the time to say a thank you before she disappeared in one corner, her footsteps hurrying, high heels clicking in the empty corridor.

Sullivan rearranged his bespectacled on his nose before clicking his tongue in mild annoyance, waiting for the door to open. He swore this time; it wasn’t on purpose that he was late for the first day of school. For once, he could blame this on his mother. Entirely on her. Which also was the reason those horrible glasses were on his face.

His freaking new inhibitor!

Of all the inhibitors he had once possessed this one was by far the uglier one and he was comparing this with flashy pinky panda hair clip, which was saying a lot!

“Look dove, grandpa has completed them this morning” had cheered his mother while putting them on him, taking her time to admire the handiwork. “Well”, she recognized herself after a time, stifling her laughter at his pouting face, “it certainly looked cuter in my mind.”

He doubted it could ever look that. Even though Sullivan loved his grandfather very much, the man got to recognize that what he designed was a far cry from loveliness and to make the matter worse; those glasses were eating half of his face. He would have preferred if they had at least been round but they were ugly golden square things. And where was the need for the small lion's head in the center?! No matter what he said, his mother wouldn’t relent and mercilessly told him he was going to wear them as long as need be.

For once, he wished that his own magical powers hadn’t broken his previous mother’s inhibitors. There would have been no need then, to make him a personal one! Not that it was to say that they weren’t working. Those things were bloody resistant! No matter how agitated he had been in trying to plead all through the road from the house to school in his mother's car, no wave of magic had rippled through it at all and it didn’t feel a little bit as if they were on the verge of cracking from his magic’s pressure.

He could only summarize that it would take a long time before he could rid himself of them and being a magical object, there was no chance that a little accident could happen to them. He knew for a fact having tried the experiences repeatedly with his previous inhibitors!

The door was really taking its time; he was considering the idea of knocking once again when it opened to show a smiling young woman, shorter than his mother with short red hair, most certainly his new teacher for the year,

“Oh my, you too you’re late!” she exclaimed, and Sullivan didn’t have the time to ponder on what she meant that she was already yanking him by the hand inside the room.

Standing by the blackboard was a young boy who glanced at him, fair-haired with chocolate brown eyes who was seemingly still chewing on something in his mouth, both hands in his back pockets, his bag by his feet.

Sullivan was made to stand near him by the mistress who asked him to present himself too. Apparently, the whole class had already revealed their name one by one and they were, Sullivan and the boy, the only ones left. Well, just him actually for it seemed that the boy too was finished and was already leaving the front to take place by one of the empty desks, his bag casually thrown on his left shoulder.

Sullivan pursed his lips at the unwarranted glare he had received from that blond boy, wondering just what; in the span of mere seconds he could have done to annoy the person,

“My name is Sullivan Lionheart” he started. No way was he going to reveal the girly middle name his mother judged well to saddle him with and if it was left to him, he was ready to make it a secret that he would take to his grave! The mistress silently urged him to continue and the young Lionheart, shifted the weights of his feet before talking again, “My mother and I moved in a month ago. I am honored to make your acquaintances all.”

The simple speech seemed good enough, as the mistress said, and the class repeated, “Welcome to Ardad’s middle school Sullivan.”

“You may take place in an empty seat.”

The young boy scanned the room. The places weren’t fully occupied and if he had to guess, there was certainly an average of twenty persons in the classroom with four seats still left empty. One at the front, two near the boy from before and one by the window. Sullivan hated seating in front and he would rather not seat near the one who was still glaring at him. So, unhurriedly, he marched to sit by the window. No matter if it was a place he didn’t particularly like, for windows would sometimes shatter with debris falling on him, he rather sat here than the choices before. Anyway, it wasn’t like his inhibitor was going to mess up on him, he acknowledged, readjusting the glasses that were really too big.

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