James was panicking as Eira's head hit her desk. "What's wrong?!" He tried to keep his arm in control, he was having a hard time with it but he managed to keep it from spiraling out of control.<br/><br/>James stared at them in horror when they mentioned that he was to blame for what had happened. "I-i did that? No, nooooo..." His arm started growing larger, spikes started to grow. James didn't want to hurt anyone, so he ran as fast as he could out the door. He didn't know where he was going, he just knew he had to be far away from everyone. He saw the men's restroom and he ducked inside. He sat there scared out of his mind, his arm kept increasing in size until it stretched into a barrier over himself. He just sat there alone in the dark, wishing none of this had ever happened, he wished they never went on that trip to Orlando. "Why, what have I done to deserve this?" James whimpered to God, he then started to cry the first deep mournful cry since the accident, it would no doubt be only one of many to come. James hoped they wouldn't find him but he hadn't noticed that on the way here the arm had caused carnage to the halls he went though.<br/><br/>-------<br/><br/>Chad was walking trying to come up with a plan, a plan to get a job and become useful and not just a burden on people. He was just walking when he saw a very nice picture hanging on a tree. He smiled and went close to admire it better. He saw that there was writing in Turkish, it said Welcome to The Painting of Caldwell’s Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts Academy . Please touch The Painting to enter.<br/><br/>Chad did as it asked, and as he touched it, he started falling through the painting, this is fun, he thought while having a grin spread from ear to ear. He fell onto the softest grass he had ever felt, and decided to just lie here for a bit. Forgetting all about making that plan.