Julian sat smiling in the chair while Patricia smoldered, oblivious to the fact that he had ruined her drawing, but not at all sorry that he had bumped her. He was grinning over her head at his friends when she ... well, disappeared. He stood staring at where she had been, an orange afterflash in his eyes as she invisibly moved. It took him a minute, but he was in a school of mutants, so he adjusted, trying to imagine what exactly her power was. "Wow, she can disappear. That's funny, that's exactly the power I would have wanted her to have--" he got out before she reappeared.
Julian was shot, spread eagle and skidding across the floor, on top of her picture and art supplies. It was like the take from a slapstick comedy, his body was so unprepared it flew limp through the air. He laid there for a moment, his mind trying to recover from its send utter shock in less than a minute.
Patricia had never done anything to Julian really, other than be there and be lame. To him that was deserving of whatever taunts he had sent her way, and the fact that she glared back instead of looking away meekly is what kept him on her. But he'd never seen her do this. His friends sat in mute shock staring down at him then up at the chair. He didn't really understand what had happened, but he could tell by their looks that she was there.
"Geez, it was just a crayon," Julian told her with a sneer as he slowly picked himself up. brushing off his sleeves and knees. "You shouldn't leave them laying on the floor if you don't want them stepped on." He turned around and faced her, smug disdain on his face again. He didn't look enraged, he wasn't so much a bully as a prick, and her reaction just made him sneer more. "I think they have more down in the preschool section. Up here with the big kids we sit in chairs, not lay on the floor doodling."