“It’s not a waste of time,” I counter, glaring at Jackson. “It’s the assignment.”
“The assignment was to get the marble to do something. If your powers aren’t telekinesis, why would you try to lift it?”
I stare at him, confused. “Well, how do you know my powers aren’t telekinesis?”
He smirks a little. “Because if they were, you’d probably have lifted the marble by now.”
I blink at him, half baffled by his logic and half…well, half persuaded. I turn back to the marble, which hasn’t moved an inch.
“Maybe you’re right,” I murmur. “Tony wasn’t able to move the marble because his magic has nothing to do with lifting marbles.”
“Alvez is just spinning his wheels, having us all take shots in the dark, hoping we turn something up. Next week he’ll have us trying to do something else.”
“Well,
