One Day I Slowly Floated Away

Nick leaned against the chimney, looking out over the grounds. He'd been hiding out for a couple of hours now, the leftovers of his dinner laying next to him. His day so far was proving to be disappointing, a couple of the stronger-powered students had decided his self esteem was building up too much and needed deflating.

Leaning his head against the brick, watching as a sparrow flew onto the roof in front of him, hopping along the gutter edge. Reaching out, he touched the bird's mind. It froze in place, completely still. He seized a handful of its mind, holding it still.

The day's anger, the agony pulsing around his middle, where bruises were still flowering. His power pulsed, tearing the bird's consciousness to shreds. The bird relaxed, not dead, but no longer holding any thought. It teetered to the side, falling off the edge, making no effort to stop itself. Nick heard the leaves of the tree rustle.

Nicodemus caught movement in his peripheral. A woman was crawling onto the roof with him. Eying her suspiciously, he twitched.

Nick watched the woman over his shoulder none too secretly, not minding if she knew or not. If she had any problems with his being on the roof, she could make them plain and clear. A woman would fall off the roof just as easily as a bird. Even if she survived the comparatively short distance, it was likely she'd remain a vegetable.

"did you kill that innocent little bird?"

Turning to face her, he smiled a little as she made her awkward way over. “Might be that I did. There a problem?” He asked with a smile. In public, in the day, there were people around, people who would object to his presence.

Witnesses.