You started to lug your heavy suitcase towards the entrance of the Institute. After a few steps you stop and realise that you no longer have to worry about hiding your powers. You dump the suitcase and instead focus your mind on it, and after a few seconds it lifts up off the ground a few inches and hovers unsteadily forwards.
As you ascend the steps to the front door, a girl descends them. Her face remains passive but as she passes, you catch a glimpse of her thoughts.
'Oh no! Not another psychic. Is he reading my mind? Thinknotsexythoughtsthinknotsexythoughts-'
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