3rd Person ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ y/n lay on her recently vacuumed carpet (thanks to grace) in her room, eyes facing the ceiling, hands gently swaying in the air to the sound of the radio's music in the background. Her fingers swirled around in patterns and circles, gushes and drafts of wind following the movements of her fingers.
As you may have already guessed, y/n was a Hargreeves Sibling, Number 8 to be precise. She had the ability to control and manipulate the air and wind, her favourite element and what she believed to be the strongest. There were many things she could do with this ability like creating tornados, hurricanes, blowing people away etc but her most common acts to do was to be lazy and use the air particles to move objects around and fly/hover. Defying gravity was her most favourite of all her acts, feeling as weightless and effortless as the wind itself.
Her peaceful trance was soon interrupted by the ear throbbing screeches that could only belong to...
"Klaus! What the fuck are you hawking at!", y/n yelled sitting up with a huff. Her form of "meditation" was the only time she really had to herself in this mad house.
Silence followed before a loud clapping sound could be heard from Klaus' room next door. (ya'll with dirty minds please nooo🤦🏽♀️ )
Her head snapped towards the door before she sighed heavily. Slowly, her body rose about two metres above the carpet, laying on her back in the air. She stretched her back and let out a small yawn, before lowering her legs and hovering only half a metre above the ground. She floated towards the door, it swung open on her command before she levitated down the hall and into Klaus's.
y/n hovered in the doorway, her long sleeved woolly sweater hanging loosely from her shoulders, knee high socks matching the shade of her jumper, her mid back length hair swayed in a non-existent breeze, the air particles just passing through different waves of hair gently blowing them around. Her e/c eyes shining brightly in the dimly lit room.
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She crossed her arms and stared at Klaus as he stared angrily at the wall, continuously throwing the ball at it, each time it bounced back just for him to repeat it over and over again. The constant clapping sound driving y/n insane.
