Stephen and Sharon: Messing About

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Sharon catches Stephen playing with a football and challenges him to a kick about, oh and they talk about magic and power.

Almost thoughtlessly, Sharon put out her foot and caught the ball that was rolling her way. The packages she was carrying were luckily still carefully balanced in her hands.

"I'm pretty sure you'd not be the first." Sharon remarked, grinning. "So you are also new here?"

"You don't have to be the first, just the last," Stephen pointed out with a grin, "Trust me I learned that the hard way." The teenager stuck his hand out, "Yup Stephen Strange, just moved here from England."

Sharon accepted his hand and shook it firmly. "Sharon Friedlander. England... that is pretty far away to go to a school." She asked curiously. Sure there were workable schools in England or Europe as well for mutants?

"I wasn't exactly planning to come to school here," he allowed out with a cheeky grin, "but then Amanda, she's like the head witch lady around here, showed up cause my friends and I had been caught shrinking a friend of ours with magic and well hey presto here I am."

"Wait... witch... magic?" Sharon stared at the boy. "They didn't mention this in their recruitment pitch when I came here. You can actually do magic?"

"Mmhmm," Stephen confirmed with a nod as the looked around picking up a nearby stone. carefully, carefully he wrapped both hands around the stone forming the spell and the shape he wanted in his head and then pushing the energy at the stone. He could feel it moving, like clay with a mind of it's own reshaping itself into the nearly perfect sphere in his hands, nearly perfect he noted holding up the stone that now almost looked like a football in his hands. "I'm not yet very good at it," he confided.

"Not just a 'normal' mutant power to reshape things or something?" Sharon asked incredulously as she accepted the stone from him and looked it, feeling the smoothness between her fingers. "What else can you do?" She asked rather bluntly, but also fascinated.

"Nope, I can reshape anything, I just need to know what I want to turn it into really well," Stephen replied proudly grinning and making a victory sign as he sucked in a breath, "It's just really really exhausting," he noted wryly and he collapsed backwards to sit on the grass still grinning, "Apparently loads of things, but the only things I've learned to do is throw around fireballs and stuff, That's a lot easier but you know, they may forgive a broken window but burning down the mansion might be a little tough to forgive."

"Only here they call throwing fireballs 'stuff'." Sharon shook her head, then sunk down to join the boy, crossing her legs. "So... magic? Give me the rundown on that." She asked fairly bluntly.

"Umm, well think Harry Potter, but no wands or you know verbal spells, so basically nothing like that but we can do all those things, well in theory. The actually doing, that's a little bit tougher." Stephen explained.

Sharon whistled at that. "That are a lot of things. So... you got any limits?"

"The sky's the limit!" Stephen exclaimed pointing up at the sky before giving Sharon a sheepish grin, "is what'd I'd love to say but it's mainly available power and knowledge apparently. Can't cast a spell you don't know or understand, and even then you need to be able to power it."

"Sounds pretty complicated to me still, but it makes some kind of sense... And a lot like Harry Potter." Sharon shook her head at that last idea.

"Then call me the chosen one," Stephen exclaimed with a grin striking a heroic pose, "Only lets keep away from the bald-headed snake talking dark wizards eh? I'd hate to see the siege of Hogwarts re-enacted here. It'd get in the way of my football playing for a start."

Sharon had to laugh and shook her head at the teen. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that."

"Nope," Stephen laughed, "Although it would be pretty cool to see a phoenix and have a magic sword."

"It wouldn't even surprise me if those too turned out to be possible." She volleyed back, still grinning at Stephen. "And how does soccer come into all of that?"

Stephen looked down at the ball before flicking it up into his hands, "It doesn't really, but," he grinned, "It's the greatest game in the world. I wouldn't want anything to get in the way of playing it, now would I?"

"Are you any good?" Sharon raised an eyebrow at him, eyes twinkling a smile playing around her lips. The packages she placed on a small stones wall nearby. They would be safe there for the moment.

Stephen smiled to himself, "I dabble," he allowed dropping the ball onto the ground before he flicked it up to hold in the air before he gently headed the ball back down into his hands.

"Nice." Sharon nodded approvingly with a grin. "Never played much soccer, but we did mess around with a ball sometimes..." She eyed the ball speculatively.

Stephen tossed the ball down at her feet with an answering grin and stepped back, "I'm pretty sure I can only train by myself or kick the ball against a wall for so long before people stat to think I've gone crazy."

"That can be easily fixed." Sharon gave tapped the ball with her feet, skillfully guiding it some distance away before giving it firm kick in the direction of the British magician. "There you go." She called out.

Stephen trapped the ball at his feet eyeing Sharon speculatively before waving her wforward with a had, "A little one on one then," he agreed with a laugh, "Well Ms Friedlander, lets see what you've got."