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Amelia Dunston
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Amelia sat with her knees pulled up near her chest and her head tilted backs lightly so it lay against the caged wall as she exhaled and inhaled slowly to regain her breath after having lost most of it during her competitive game of baseball, with herself. In the distance Amelia heard the sound of furniture scratching against tiled flooring, and then a muffled crash, followed by silence and eventually the sound of growing footsteps. Once she heard a door creaking and the quick footsteps come closer, Amelia tilted her head forward and opened her once closed eyes.
Across the courtyard, a white-haired man paced with his jaw clenched. Amelia assumed the sounds she heard inside could have some connection with the increasingly angry man she saw in front of her. As the man paced, and seemingly grew more angry, Amelia spotted a collection of stones began to lift and rumble their way though the air, circling him as he continued his internal angry ranting. Amelia considered putting up her shield, just incase a stone flew haywire and made it's way directly toward her.
Half-way through the process of creating the shield, one of the stone struck the man across his cheek which ripped him back into reality, or so it seemed. Eventually the man went from angered to calmed and sat himself on the floor, crossing his legs as the stones slowed their whirlwind and progressed into a slow rotation around him. Amelia waved back into visibility as she broke down her shield and watched the man from where she sat, cocking her head slightly in curiosity as she watched the man then begin to float off of the ground. He seemed to be meditating, which was understandable, she was told once that some people could float just from pure inner peace and a clear mind. But this was a school specifically for people with powers a parade of freaks, where the vultures would pick the weak to death and listen to the commands of those who were strong. The man seemed like the strong type, but his anger made Amelia wonder if he'd be a strong leader. The way she saw it, a level-head was the appropriate essential for survival and leadership, especially amongst a load of potentially life-threatening powerful teenagers.