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The Roof, Monday Afternoon

It smelled like it was going to snow. Will had spent enough time in Wisconsin to pick up the scent of what an upcoming snow smelled like. The air was definitely getting chillier and the clouds in the sky looked like they were going to bring more than just a cold rain.

Will was really glad he'd brought along the heavy duty winter gear he'd gotten while he was at the Center. It meant that he could still go out and run tomorrow and wouldn't end up getting hypothermia and frostbite. Even if he did have enhanced healing, he still didn't want to go through the pain.

It wasn't cold right now so Will was out on the roof in a light jacket. He'd come up with a good way to practice while laying in bed earlier. Right now, he was tossing various coins off the roof and trying to use his telekinesis to locate, picture and bring the coin right back to him before it fell and hit the ground.

He'd been pretty successful but there were probably a few nickels and dimes on the ground below. He'd go and find those later. Maybe.

#8: ALWAYS BE PREPARED TO IMPROVISE. If he couldn't be at the Center, then he'd make sure he was ready when he did eventually go back.

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Celia had nearly been hit by one of the falling coins as she headed back into the building, and stopped to watch. It only took a few more coins for her to see what whoever-was-up-there was doing. Naturally, the only course of action was to pluck up a few of the coins that hadn't been retrieved, concentrate, and send them flying up in a wave to scatter back on the roof.

She was curious who was up there, anyway.

Of all the things that might happen, having the coins return to him in a wave wasn't one of them. The wave had backed Will up and he was pretty sure he'd uttered a 'whoa' before avoiding any falling currency.

"Uh." After the wave had stopped, Will peered over the edge of the roof, blinking.

"Oh, it's you." Celia waved up at him, feeling a little sheepish, now. "Hello! Sorry! Did I hit you?"

That part rather hadn't occurred to her as something that would probably happen. Oops.

"No, I'm fine. Just surprised me," Will told her, waving back. "Did I hit you?"

Celia shook her head. "Are you -- wait, there's no sense in shouting. I'll be up in a minute, okay?"

And true to her word, Celia popped through the door to the roof a couple minutes later, smiling. "Practicing? Or just feeling like donating your spare change?"

"Practicing," he said sheepishly. "Sometimes, I lose focus which is why you found coins down on the ground. Were there a lot down there? I kinda lost rack of how many had fallen."

"Not very many," she assured him. "Mostly just the few I threw back, honestly. From what I saw you were doing quite well! I always have trouble with things that small if I can't see them."

"My coach would say otherwise," he said, flipping a nickel into the air and trying to keep it there with his mind. He wasn't sure how long he could do that without tiring. "Even one dropped coin would be a failure."

Coach Jericho wasn't a perfectionist so much as he expected greatness.

"My father would agree with them," Celia said, frowning. And then come up with some unspeakably cruel way to make her remember not to do it a second time, probably.

Celia banished that thought.

"I didn't know you had a coach to work on this specifically," she added, curious.

"Well, he's actually my track coach," Will told her, leaning against the edge of the roof and crossing his arms to keep warm. "He's just...offered to help me out when I'm there. He's a good guy. Just very blunt."

"That's probably good," Celia admitted. "As much as I'd have preferred a little more...kindness in my education, I didn't gain this much control over my magic by having a teacher who took my personal feelings into account." She shook her head, and added, "Still. You were doing well, if you ask me. And your coach isn't here, so just be proud of yourself in spite of the fallen coins."

It was harder for her to take her own advice, but she was trying.

"Yeah, I figured if maybe I could get this under control, then I could avoid any more telephone pole mishaps," he joked, glancing out over the town. "Though, I don't see too many of those around here. I'd probably grab a building or a flight of stairs or something in lieu of a telephone pole."

"A building?" Celia repeated, eyes widening. "You're really strong enough to lift a whole building?"

A telephone pole was already bigger than anything she managed. Celia felt a little self-conscious -- all the fine control and conjured bluebirds in the world wouldn't save her if anything catastrophic happened. Not that she necessarily thought anything would happen, but...people kept saying things to make her think something might.

"I have no idea," Will said, shaking his head. "I mean, it might be possible but I haven't really tried. And I really don't want to try either because I'd have no idea what to do with a building if I could do that."

"I can't lift much of anything heavy," Celia said, a little shy. "I can manage my trunk, when I'm traveling. And once I lifted a hotel bed. Oh, and I can do this." She waved vaguely towards her boots, and she lifted about six inches off the ground before dropping back down. "I get headaches if I try much more, though."

She made a face. "Not especially useful, unfortunately."

"Whoa, wow," Will said when she levitated off the ground. He blinked a few times and looked back up at her. "I...can't do that."

Not that he'd tried to levitate himself or anything but he also didn't really want to try and end up hurting himself.

"That's pretty cool."

"It took me a long time to be able to," Celia confessed. "I can't tell you the number of tables and chairs I fell off of as a small child trying to do that."

Her father had eventually told her to stop, because she couldn't heal herself and little girls with bruises begged questions. But she'd resumed that aspect of her training as she'd entered her teen years, once it didn't matter as much.

"I bet you could, if you tried," she added. "It's just like lifting up anything else with just a little more added concentration."

"I dunno, maybe," he said, glancing down at himself. The logic seemed to be there in what she was saying but it was also something he'd never thought about it. "What if I just end up looking stupid?"

"Then you'll look stupid," Celia replied, shrugging. "No one's ever died of looking stupid. And I promise I won't laugh."

Only because she had advance notice.

"Okay."

Will stood up a little straighter because he thought there was no harm in trying before something occurred to him.

"Uh. What if I fly off the roof? I can't really control this all the time."

"Don't stand near the edge," Celia said, peeling off her gloves to shove them into one of her pockets. "And you probably won't go anywhere. And I'll help, if it looks like you're going to go toppling over. I probably can't lift you, but I can help...steer, for lack of a better word." She shrugged. "I won't let you fall over. Promise."

"Okay."

Will had no idea why he was about to do this. He really didn't but he'd never know if he could do it if he didn't try.

"I trust you. Don't laugh too hard if I end up on the ground."

"I won't," Celia swore. She didn't think he'd fall, but she was prepared to conjure up a cushion or two if he needed.

Someone was glad to have her powers back, yes.

She held her hands out in front of her, making sure her feet were planted. "Whenever you're ready."

"Okay."

Will wasn't exactly sure how to go about this. For everything else he'd been lifting, he'd just pictured the object in his mind and pushed out to lift the object. Now, he was picturing himself and it was...strange.

A picture of himself popped in his head and Will pushed out. He felt himself tilt a bit and his arms pinwheeled to keep himself steady. He realized he was off the ground and unsteady and couldn't really figure out how to get himself steady.

Celia watched him carefully, concentrating on his arms and legs. If he started to spin or fall over, that's where she'd push to get him steady again.

"How does it feel?" she asked when she was confident she wouldn't throw him off-balance by asking.

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