Matt buzzes home alone on the Ruckus, kept in more than sufficient company by his own thoughts.  Today has given him a lot to occupy his mind.  He's looking forward to the freedom that cancelled classes will provide.  While his own experimentation reveals knowledge only painfully slowly, it was still a thousand times more satisfying than spending classtime reviewing concepts he's long since mastered.  Honestly, it's all he can do to go up and solve yet another algebra problem on the chalkboard instead of snapping and writing down an equation that would literally snap the minds of those who comprehended its meaning.  Just to prove the point.  He'd managed to produce something like that, once.  Still wasn't sure what it might be good for.<br/><br/>He parks it in the alley behind his apartment and chains it to one of the posts in the fence before walking up to his home.  He'd met a lot of new people tonight, too.  They were all sort of on edge.  He didn't think that most of them would end up liking him, people usually didn't - but at least he'd tried.  And it was sort of nice to be around a bunch of girls for once.  Well, it'd be useful to have backup.  Jessica seemed to know what she was doing, and her and Ichigo knew a lot more than they were letting on.  Of course, so was he.  He let himself in and scanned the apartment before locking the door behind him - it was no good to accidentally lock himself in with an intruder.  He turned the lights out and unrolled the pad he slept on, his head close to the comforting hum of his PC.<br/><br/>He rewound his alarm clock before drifting off, and set it for 10:30.  He'd have to be careful.  There was no point in trying to impress them.  He'd have to try not to use any overt magic, other than his forcefield if he had to.  He fingered the Amulet of Thoth briefly, cool metal against the bare skin of his chest.  He was immensely proud of it.  It went beyond what he could do by himself, with nothing but his mind and voice and a few bits of material.  That thing was a tiny piece of enchantment in a mostly magic-dead world, and he'd made it with his own hands.  He was proud of his magic, too.  Maybe the only things he had to be proud of.  And it was normal to want to impress people, people that he'd like to have as friends.  But that way lie trouble he couldn't undo.  It was better if no one knew any more than they did already.  He was already confident he'd made the right choice about Masato - he could have blurted out that Matt could make portals too, when Ichigo brought her dad up, but he'd stayed silent.  Matt appreciated that.  He'd have to do something for him, soon.  Maybe arrange for him to be alone with Hikari, in a compromising position.  Matt thought that'd work out pretty well - Hikari pretended to be so innocent, and Masato was terrified of his own nature, but put them together in a small enough test tube and the reaction would happen, he was sure of it.  They'd appreciate it when it happened.<br/><br/>He yawned and fell asleep, and dreamed of indigo gulfs of time where vast sleeping intellects slumbered away the aeons.  Places where the secrets he lusted after might still be remembered.