(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/SentiPCHeadshot.jpg)<br/><br/>Name: Molly Barker<br/>Nom De Guerre: None<br/>Position/Grade: junior<br/>Location: well at the back<br/>Tagging: open mostly Brandon and Tommy<br/><br/>Molly was about calm with the young man that was sitting with her, of course she was still tense, but at least was remaining in the same chair as she talked to the older boy next to her. It was obvious that she was uncertain well more than uncertain she was nervous.  One of her hands still clutched the bag, looking at her she was still a tad grubby and though she did not smell disgusting she and her bag had a particular perfume of neglect.  The girl was about to speak…about to when another voice  can into her space.<br/><br/>With but a breath she pushed herself into the corner where there was a small shadow and then Molly was gone and across the room. Her control of the powers she had gained were still somewhat random and she had little direction with them. Thus with a start, a flinch and a small squeak the girl ended up in a shadows at the other side of the room still slightly curled up as she had been in the chair.<br/><br/>The dark eyed girl took more deep breaths and tried to calm herself before she hated making a spectacle of herself  it was so embarrassing. Her face was burning with humiliation. However she had to go back and get her bag, if that were not the case she would have skulked away and gone to her room to hide however she needed to get her things. So with her head down Molly walked back to the table and mumbled something, her one foot was slightly twisted in and it was more obvious when she walked.<br/>