Down to the ground [CLOSED]

<div align=center>The cold autumn air raised bumps on William's skin and the wind whipped at his long, dark hair, blinding him and making him stumble. He didn't recall how he'd ended up on the roof, and he wasn't sure how to get back down again, but the wind had blown his foil hat somewhere, he cursed the weather, he'd have to end up making another one now, where could you get foil in a place like this? He shook his head, it was quiet up here, there wasn't anyone's thoughts to bother him anyhow, at least he didn't think so. Bill stood, and glanced out over the grounds, he supposed the view was nice, to say the least, someone that wasn't frightened of heights might have said something different, but William had frozen up, realizing suddenly a fall from here would kill him, and as clumsy as he was... He shook his head, best to keep those thoughts away.

He tore his eyes away from the landscape, and shuffled a few steps inward, away from the edge. The wind was strong, and Bill was awfully light for a boy of his height and age. Something made him raise his head, a sound, a feeling. He was not alone, and it was the familiar feeling of distant thoughts and hazy emotions, that of a person not quite within his range, but a person nonetheless. The feeling sent a quiver down the length of his spine, making him arch his back, even now, it was a strange feeling to him, he couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that he was different from normal people, yet, here, there were those that had powers hundreds of times as powerful as his.

A sound met his ears, a sound of rushing wind, a similar sound to when a bird flies close to you, thought this was louder, on a larger scale. The noise made him turn his head and raise his eyes, looking around in a curious sort of manner, all thoughts of falling from the top of the school disappearing from his mind, a person? He asked himself, brow furrowing ever so slightly, leaving a small crease on his forehead. Perhaps that was the source of the feeling he was getting.</div>

<div align=center>Bill shivered and pulled his jumper up over his ears, brr. He hadn't counted on getting lost up here, and it was cold. He glanced upward, eyes idly scanning the skies above him, something caught his eye, though he dismissed it and glanced away, deciding it wasn't of his interest. The night sky obscured whatever it was, and his eyes were unable to focus. Though perhaps he was wrong to dismiss it, his mind was on other things. He pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans and wondered forward a short way, his breath coming out in small, white puffs. This amused him, and caused him to let out a trail of high, cute laughter. Bill closed his eyes, and tilted his head back a short way, enjoying the silence of the night, though the same sensation was niggling at the back of his mind, one that made him snap his eyes open, he could feel another mind, an unfamiliar one. He assumed it was what he'd felt a little earlier, but it was clearer now, more obvious.

He wondered if they felt him too, and his curious manner returned, William wasn't one for making friends, but this felt a little different to him, it didn't feel like the thoughts he got from others, those who didn't recognize his presence, or didn't realize what he could do. He let out a pent up breath he didn't know he was holding, his head tilting a little further back, and his eyes moving to the sky again. The night was clear and cool, it reminded him of nights out with his old friends, drinking alcohol someone's older brother had bought and hitting on girls, though the second part never really interested him, as much as girls seemed to be interested in him.</div>

<div align=center>William squealed, and skittered forward a few inches, wobbling and letting out an ear piercing shriek. His eyes were wide and his skin had turned white, he was about half an inch from falling off the edge, the boy could feel his heart hammering in his ears and he felt woozy. He desperately fumbled back for the hand that had touched him, and pulled himself away from the edge again, still clinging to the hand of the stranger that had frightened him in the first place. It took him a few minutes to recollect himself, and recover from the sudden shock that had over come him. He let go of the hand suddenly, and whirled around to face the owner of it, "I'm sorry!" He squeaked, blinking, and relaxing a little. He realized this must be who's mind he could sense, this was the person who he felt was so different from everyone else he'd come across. "Hello." He greeted softly, eyes wandering to the great black wings sprouting from the boy's back, wow.

His gaze slid up to meet that of the other boy's, soft doe eyes meeting the dark ones of the stranger. He could still feel his heart thudding in his chest, and his breathing was a little labored, Bill felt like he'd just woken up from a bad dream he couldn't stop thinking about, I could have died. He told himself, I was half an inch away from being a bloody corpse. The thought made him feel frightened again, and a hint of fear flashed up in his eyes, "you startled me." He glanced down to what the stranger was holding, William recognized it as his hat. "Oh... You found my hat..." He smiled a little, "thank you."</div>

<div align=center>William sensed the sudden sadness that had flickered across the other boy, "oh, no it's okay," he answered quietly, tilting his head to one side, his eyes widening slightly as the enormous wings that has sprouted from his back a moment ago vanished, he didn't say anything for a moment, this boy was quiet, he noticed, silent, it seemed. Bill could feel his mind, the boy wasn't going to hurt him, and he was sure of that. He stared at him for a moment longer, though frowned and looked to his feet after a little while, feeling rude all of a sudden. He mumbled an apology, and ran a hand through his hair, pushing his fringe from his face and smiling coyly.

He shivered again, it was getting colder and he couldn't help wishing he was curled up, fast asleep in his dorm. He wasn't even sure who he shared with at the moment, he really hoped it wasn't someone he wouldn't get along with, he wouldn't mind sharing with the boy from earlier, he thought, he seemed nice enough, though he wasn't sure if everyone was like that. He'd have to buy warmer clothing at some point, a lot of the things he bought certainly weren't appropriate for weather under what he would deem 'warm.'</div>

<div align=center>William blinked in surprise, the jacket was warm from Micheal wearing it, regardless of the holes in the back, these seemed to amuse Bill, and he had to cover his mouth to stifle a giggle. He smiled at the other boy, softly voicing his thanks, before pausing for a second. Bill held out a hand to shake, "m'William." He greeted softly, it was unusual for him to speak first, though something about Micheal made him feel a little less nervous than he usually did, the nerves were still there though, he could feel sweat beading on the back of his neck already, though it was absolutely nothing compared to the way he'd felt a little earlier on, then again, he thought the circumstances earlier on had been far different from now.

He hunched his shoulders a little and let out a short purr, William really liked being warm, he usually sought out warmth as a source of comfort, and he enjoyed the warmth. In William's head, warmth usually meant safety, and he liked to be safe. He scratched his head idly, and laughed softly, watching his breath come out in icy white swirls, he dreaded to think what the winter would be like, then again, Bill loved the snow.</div>