Richie/Open
Richie groaned when he sat down and saw the test, and complained a little, but got himself settled and went at it anyway. It didn't take him long; school had always been pretty easy for him. Homework was harder, when he was at home and there were comics or tv shows or the dog next door barking or his sister to antagonize, but the work was never the problem.
He spent his extra few minutes sending his thoughts at the dog, seeing if he could get it to react. He'd spent a lot of the day like this, testing to see who could and couldn't read the thoughts he sent out, what Bill and Abra had called zip-zips. It was a combination of curiosity at what he was capable of and wanting to know who he might be able to catch on if he was talking to Bill or Abra or (especially) Eddie.
Once Tommy introduced himself Richie raised his hand but started talking before he could be called on, "Is you magic like, spells and stuff or more like a genie? Also are you going to mention that the dog is basically..." He was about to compare Rawm to Thor, but then he remembered what Bill had told him what had happened just before he went young again and thought better of it, "some kind of magic too? What can he do?" He'd basically been given the okay to ask an adult anything he wanted and he was going to take advantage, usually they just told him to stop.