<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kurt's room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 16th, Noon-ish<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kurt<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Feeling uncomfortable<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Outfit (http://tudocommoda.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/vestido-curto-e-coturno.jpg) with black and white Converse sneakers (instead of boots)<br/><hr/><br/>Hourglass touched her bangs with her fingertips to make sure they were covering her scar as she heard him approach the door. As it opened, she immediately dropped her hand from her face, figuring he would outstretch his hand to shake, but he didn't. She wrapped her arms back around her books, hugging them to her chest as she looked up to him as he spoke. He was handsome and seemed friendly enough, but there was something about being invited to a teacher's room to meet for the first time that had her feeling uneasy. So, she kept her arms wrapped tightly around her books, hugging them to her chest as she nodded to him and stepped inside. It was he first time being in a teacher's private room, so she couldn't help but take a moment to look around and see how it compared to her own before walking over to the chairs he gestured to and sitting down. She crossed her legs and finally dropped the books from her chest, setting them in her lap to hide a bit of her thighs after her dress had risen just a bit from the motion of her crossing her legs.<br/><br/>As he spoke, she couldn't help but feel even more confused as to why they were meeting. Why would someone from the mutant task force want to talk to her? He powers were nothing special compared to others in this school - especially with the drawbacks that her powers had. Perhaps she was in some sort of trouble? Or they wanted her for some spy mission or something? Her thoughts stayed her own as she simply listened to him,<br/>not wanting to come out and ask him right away what she was doing here. She was trying to work on her impatience, despite the fact that she couldn't seem to keep her foot from bouncing as she sat.<br/><br/><strong>"There isn't much to say about it. And I'm not very good. I don't really use it that often because of the side effects,"</strong>she replied before biting the inside of her cheek. She felt uncomfortable talking to him about it without even knowing why he wanted to know. She couldn't help but think that they were looking to use her to steal important information or something. Just the look of him, though, led her to believe that this really wasn't that serious. He was dressed in over-sized clothing, like she had worn for so many years. He wasn't wearing a suit or acting overly professional; He was being friendly. He had a genuine smile that didn't seem to be misleading, but she still couldn't get comfortable.<br/><br/><strong>"Basically, I can pause or rewind time, but not for very long. I can move freely throughout, but any changes I make cause symptoms of vertigo. When it gets so bad that I can no longer focus, I lose complete control of it and time starts up again. When I rewind, I'm the only one who remembers anything that happened before rewinding. So, I could ask you what your favorite childhood memory was and then rewind to before I asked and tell you that I can guess what your favorite childhood memory was with every detail you gave me. And you wouldn't remember even digging into the archives of your mind to find that memory."</strong>Her words were low and without much emotion to them, still being on guard about this meeting. One blue-gray eye stayed focused on his body language, as if she was trying to read him while her right eye stayed hidden behind a black curtain of hair.