"Oh, I don't know. I mean, I helped a little. I have some powers, too." He wasn't sure he was supposed to talk about it, but he had just kind of spilled the family secret so what could it hurt? And hadn't a whole bunch of people seen Mom fight Miss Agnes? "But Mom and Dad are way better fighters."
Billy didn't hesitate. He took the offered hand and beamed up at his rescuer. "I think Billy is a pretty common name," he admitted. "Dad named me after this really famous writer."
Looking over at the ostrich, he made a scrunched up face of annoyance. "I don't think they mean to be snooty. I can't really feel animals like I can people, but I think maybe I just scared him." Billy liked animals. They worked on instinct. People were more likely to be tricky. "Did I get here by magic? I don't think I did it, I can usually feel when I'm doing it. Tommy should have been right there," he pointed with his free hand, "but he isn't here unless he already ran off. He can do that, he's super fast."
Sorry, Kate. Now that he was comfortable, he was going to talk a mile a minute.