Hannah: *making a pebble float* my quirk is pretty weird. somedays, the making things float part is weak enough to move 2 or 3 pebbles, and other days its strong enough to move half a building
*as class goes on, you notice Aimant behaving strangely, constantly staring at the clock and windows and talking to herself as she writes in herr notebook*
Hannah: *starts wrapping a bandage around one of Aimant’s cuts* Aimant, is there anybody else that could be trapped under the debris or is it just you?
*it had been a month since that had all happened, you were walking around outside of school grounds when you saw a poster with Aimant's picture*
Poster: *a picture of Aimant laughing naturally*
Missing- Aimant Chequintile