Throughout Wally's entire tirade, Crew remained sleeping. If there was one thing anyone could say about him, it was that he was a deep sleeper. It was actually to the point that some wondered if that was his ability, or some aspect of it. Usually the only one who could bring him out of his slumber was, well, him, whether it be from simply being ready to wake up, or due to some sudden shock or surprise happening in his dreams. All this was to say, he remained undisturbed during the class, with one of the papers Wally had flung landing on top of his face.

Wally's sudden outburst had seemed to silence the class all at once. Normally people would be chatting with each other, or simply talking to themselves, but he'd put an end to all that. Even the teacher, who every class droned on and on for an hour straight without pause, quieted down, and turned to look at him. "Mr.-", he paused, closing his eyes before opening them again, "Olievera, is there some kind of problem? Hmm? Not understanding the curriculum?"

Someone, near the front of their class, timidly raised their hand. "Uhm... professor. I don't think none of us do. You've been rambling since classes started." The old man's snapped towards the student, before doing a slow sweep of the class. "So none of you have been following along? None of you have understood yet?"

Most would slowly shake their heads, while Crew would let out a loud snore in the silence. "Magic.. has every application. It applies to everything. Biology, Physics, Society, it works on it all. And no ones magic is the same." He took a moment to wipe his glasses, before continuing, "The purpose of this class is to give you all ideas onto how to apply your magic. Maybe the mention of a metamorphic process could give an idea into how you can use energy. Or maybe understanding the underpinnings of gravity can help you learn to defy, or even control it. To put it simply, Mr. Olievera, this class is to help you help yourself."

"Huh?!" Crew jerked forward, suddenly having woken up. He looked around, yawning and rubbing one of his eyes. He looked down and saw the paper that lie on his face sitting their, full on notes about how trains work. Ah, so class as usual. But he'd never seen it so quite, or well, focused before. He followed everyone's stare, and found them either on the teacher, or the kid next to him, who seemed close to popping a blood vessel. What had he missed?

Wait, what was happening? This kid seemed to be having some kind of tantrum over the class? Crew let out a deep yawn, readjusting himself in his seat as he tried to make sense of the situation. Most likely what happened is the kid blew a fuse, and was now taking it out on the class and others. Not really something he’d want to get sucked into.

Sure, when he first came to the Academy, he expected it to be kinda like those Harry Potter books, y’know, learning spells, exploring different dimensions, maybe a dragon or two. It took about a week to realize a lot of the classes were more “theory” than “fact”. No one really knew how magic worked, or even what everyone could do. Mostly because people kept that kind of thing a secret.

“Suffering? Man, I use this class to nap in and that’s it. If you don’t like it, just leave. No use in complaining.” He said tiredly to the kid. In honesty Crew was way to tired for all this at the moment. It was too early for it.

“Yes well, Mr. Oliviera, it is funning you should mention that. I actually have a project I was going to mention later in the class, but now seems as good as any.” The old teacher said, seemingly unaffected by Wally’s comments. “I want you to get into partners, and help each other put your abilities to use. You can do this in several different ways. Whichever you do is up to you.”

Great. Crew rolled his eyes. Now he had an actual assignment to do. “Nice work, man. Now naptime is over.” He said in an offhanded tone.

“Mr.Oliviera, since you seem to the one most invested in something like this, I’ll be pairing you with Mr....” The teacher paused once more, before Crew interupted. “Crew, just call me Crew.” “Mr. Crew, yes.”

Yeah, it was way too early to be dealing with people. Especially this kid. It took about 5 seconds for Crew to realize he really didn't like this guy. He was annoying for one, an two, he was annoying. Just those two factors combined were enough to give him a post-nap headache. "Why am I...? I don't know, maybe because I'm tired?" He prayed silently he'd be able to just fall back asleep, but by now he was beyond the point of no return.

He growled to himself. He was in all honesty about 10 seconds away from slapping this teacher's pet into another dimension. Literally. Now he had to deal with a project, and a group assignment at that. It wasn't an exaggeration that he literally knew no-one's name in the whole school, and now he'd be forced to work with one of them. He let his head fall on the table in mental exhaustion, knowing it couldn't get any worse than this. He was wrong.

Why? What had he done to deserve this? He damn sure wasn't the only one sleeping in the class. So why was he being punished like he was? "Nice one, teacher's pet." He said in an annoyed tone. Just couldn't keep his mouth quiet, huh? Couldn't just sit through the goddamn lecture like everyone else? What could Crew do? He could send him to into space, for one. Wouldn't take but a moment and poof, no more him.

"How can you be good at a class you don't even understand?" He said, tiredly. Before he could respond, Crew continued. "Look, whatever, the faster we get this done, the better. I can make portals to go anywhere I want. Anywhere. I can also move stuff, like rooms, and put them other places." It was a basic description of what he could do, but it wasn't exactly inaccurate.

Crew simply looked at him with an annoyed glare. He would have literally taken any other partner. Anyone, other than this guy. "If sleeping in class was weird, why was half the class asleep before your little tantrum?" He sat up in his seat, and began rubbing his eye with in a slow and sloth like manner. "Pretty sure everyone gets a room if they want one. It's just that don't, considering each one contains like a straw bed and dresser." And he wasn't wrong. The sparse dormitories given to students was meant to encourage them to find their own spaces, not to accommodate them with comfort. 

By now he was three fourth's of the way awake. "For one, you we're practically giddy with excitement at getting assigned a project. Literally five seconds after complaining about the class. Second, no one brags about skipping classes." This kid was kind of... well, he hated to say it, but kind of a dork. Crew had expected to meet smart and witty people here, it was a school for magic, after all. But he really took the worst of those traits, and make them shine.

"I guess you could call it teleporting? Never really delved into the 'how' of it, just the 'what'. And before we get into the project, maybe let's do a little demonstration of them? I don't any 'accidents' happening." The kid seemed a little to eager to start. Wasn't the point of the whole thing to understand their abilities? Jumping in head first often didn't help in that. "I'll go first." Crew wouldn't make any movements, no gesture or spoken word or anything really, to indicate when he had used his power. But if Wally paid attention he would be able to see a slight... curve(?), in the air. Then, after a few moments, he'd notice they were seat now at the front of the class, instead of the back. Neither had moved from their seats, nor had anything on the table been disturbed. 

It was a simple enough thing for Crew to do. He did it on a larger scale regularly. "Your turn." 

A smirk crept onto Crew's face. Seeing the kid freak out a bit was admittedly a little funny. Mostly because he actually thought he was being 'tested' on. That implied he Crew wasn't experience in the use of his abilities, which couldn't be farther from the truth. In fact, what he'd just done was one of the basic applications of what he could do. One of the physics professor at the school turned out to possess similar powers as him, and had been talking to him about other potential uses of the magic, which excited him. It was after all the whole reason he'd chosen to attend.

He offered the younger mage a shrug. "You really think I would've moved myself too if I wasn't sure that it'd work?" A bit of annoyance could be heard in his voice. "And I'm not so sure about the science behind it, but it's more like I slightly moved where we were. Professor Ambrose explained it better."

He watched as Wally worked his magic, so to speak, and briefly was reminded of Professor X, from the X-Men, in the way that he held his hands to his head. When the book appeared seemingly out of thin air, he was expressed a look of curiosity. After it landed on the table, he'd open it, and idly thumb through the pages. "So, what? You can make books appear out of thin air? You are a teacher's pet incarnate, huh?" He joked, if only to rile him up again.