Lawrence was starting to like this place. It may be full of assholes, but the overall structure and feel of the school was something he could get used to. He walked down one of the never ending hallways and poked his head through an open door. A library! He thought excitedly. Lawrence loved books. He loved how they felt in his hands, filing through the pages, reading a story that made him feel... Happy. He walked in with a smile. Lawrence did love libraries for the books, but he also loved the library because it was the one place he could mess with people and get away with it. Lawrence had an ability that he considered to be a gift from above; He could control the air. If someone was being particularly annoying, he would send a gust of wind their way or throw a cloud of dust into their face. But his favourite part about the library, is what he can do with the books. Lawrence walked around the large area for a few minutes, looking for an easy target, preferably someone with an open book. He spotted someone at a table in front of him and sat down one table away. He was careful and quite, he didn't want any unwanted attention. He looked at the open book beginning concentrate, and with that, the pages of the book started to flip, starting out slow, and getting faster. Lawrence found the reactions of strangers especially funny and pleasing, but this particular person had a very interesting way of dealing with this strange occurrence.