"You will not make waves." he continued to try and reassure Ilya. "And I can understand about trouble. I believe there is now a running joke about how many times I end up in the infirmary. Some even joke that they should just name a wing of it after me, I end up there so much!"

His green eyes turned towards the blueberries by Ilya, lifting them up with his mind and placing them on the frosted cake. He made them form a smiley face for Ilya, before floating the cake back over to him.

"Here you are! Your very first chocolate cake, with blueberries." He would put the other fruit away later, as he was sure it would not spoil that quickly. "As for happiness. We both have plenty of time to figure that out. It is part of the teenage experience I am told."