Room 228 - Wednesday Morning

Logan's eyes snapped open when his alarm sounded. He smacked it off and looked around. No new vision powers had appeared. He looked over at the lamp on the desk and willed it to float. The lamp remained stubbornly in place. He dragged himself out of bed and ran to the door - but no superspeed manifested. He walked back to the desk and picked up his Zippo. Immunity to fire wouldn't be flashy, but at least he wouldn't have to worry about Bel's dammed fireballs anymore. He flicked the lighter on and held a finger over it for a second

"Ow!" Nope, fire still worked on him. He stuck his singed finger in his mouth and kicked the bed in frustration.

The spell hadn't worked. He was still screwed if he had to face off with Bel or Anakin or one of the other superassholes at this school.