Eloi's powers had gone out of control, and Abigail had had to intervene to make sure she and another male student hadn't gotten hurt. The woman was currently leaning against one of the walls in the hospital wing, white hair flowing down and violet eyes fixated on the room in which the younger telekinetic lay. Abigail thought it her duty not only as Headmistress to watch over her, but also as a telekinetic herself.
She was extremely worried about the child, though there was anger in her as well. How could that facility just ignore her powers and pretend that they weren't there? Pretend that it was just from stress... any idiot would know that it wouldn't be from stress. She wondered how many other people in that facility had to go through the same thing, but hadn't been rescued. It only pained her to think of such a thing.
Figuring it would be a while before Eloi woke up, the Headmistress sat down in one of the chairs and crossed her legs, folding her hands as well. "So," she said, looking to Deacon, "what's your name?" Abigail wasn't looking for conversation; she just liked getting to know her students.
She was extremely worried about the child, though there was anger in her as well. How could that facility just ignore her powers and pretend that they weren't there? Pretend that it was just from stress... any idiot would know that it wouldn't be from stress. She wondered how many other people in that facility had to go through the same thing, but hadn't been rescued. It only pained her to think of such a thing.
Figuring it would be a while before Eloi woke up, the Headmistress sat down in one of the chairs and crossed her legs, folding her hands as well. "So," she said, looking to Deacon, "what's your name?" Abigail wasn't looking for conversation; she just liked getting to know her students.