Messing up is never fun...

She rolled her eyes and knelt slightly, putting her shoulder against a table and started to push it. It took a few minutes but soon she had it pressed next to another table, the stools around it scattered. She took a paper from her bag and a pencil and made a quick but efficient sketch, then set it on the ground of the cleared area. Eyes closed and for a few seconds nothing happened. Then slowly from thin air an object solified, a bed. It was not fancy or special, but was about as good as the school's beds.

She tried to help him by moving the blanket over him so he didnt have to, then sat back down.

She said nothing as she sat there, not planning on sleeping for awhile. Unlike some she had to keep some attention on when she was using her power.

Thoughts were on her friend and the smoke from his ciggarette. Running a hand through her hair she sighed, wishing she could sleep and forget about that night.

Head was bent, so she didnt notice the ciggarette pack. She felt slightly bad about shooting him with his back turned, it wasnt usually her thing to do something like that.