Ok, I've been messing with this idea for a while, so let's hope this turns out the way I want it to!

I don't own Charlie Bone. I don't own Eragon, either, but that comes later!

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Charlie was looking forward to his new term at Bloor’s Academy. He didn’t know why, but something told him he was going to have the greatest adventure of his life. He stared out the window of his freshly remodeled home on Diamond Corner, wondering what could happen. His eyes wandered around the still unfamiliar area with curiosity; the houses in this part of town were older that the ones on Filbert Street, and Charlie didn’t know anyone there. The moth, Claerwen, sat on his shoulder, fanning her silvery wings.

Charlie was thirteen now. His birthday had been a few days before, the same day he and his parents had moved into this house. Boxes still stood in rows along the walls, many of them opened, but only a few completely empty.

“What’s gonna happen, Claerwen?” he asked the moth. The silver creature fluttered off his shoulder and out of the room. He followed the moth up the stairs and into his room, where the window provided an excellent view of the neighborhood. Going to the window there, as if the moth had beckoned to him, his eyes fell upon a house that sat on the next block over. The walls were painted a silvery gray, with sapphire trim. There were two people in the backyard, but Charlie couldn’t make out their faces, but he could tell they were red-heads.

“Did you want me to see this?” He asked Claerwen. The moth’s movements seemed to confirm it, and Charlie’s curiosity was aroused. Who were those people? And why was Claerwen so interested in them?

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When Charlie was on the blue bus to Bloor’s, one of the stops was the house the moth had shown him the day before. The doors to the bus opened, revealing a small boy in a blue cape. Charlie couldn’t help but notice hat the boy’s coppery hair completely covered his ears, but he didn’t think anything of it, and looked outside. Standing on the sidewalk was a girl with the same copper-colored hair as the boy. Her hair was also arranged so as to cover her ears, and she had a strange far-away look in her eyes. She wasn’t hypnotized, however, as she snapped out of her trance in time to wave at the. Taking the seat in front of Charlie, the boy waved at the girl as the bus pulled away.

Not much time had passed when Charlie noticed that the boy had turned and was staring at him.

“You’re endowed,” the boy said bluntly, with a very obvious American accent, and just a hint of Irish. Unsure of what to say, Charlie nodded, giving the boy a questioning look.

“No, I’m not endowed,” the boy said. “But I can tell when someone is. I mean, it’s not hard. Endowed people just have a certain look about them. And it’s not just the look they have. It’s the power that comes from the, it’s so strong it makes my skin crawl. Not in a bad way, though.”

Charlie was dumbstruck. This boy didn’t seem to be able to stop talking!

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When they arrived at Bloor’s, Charlie let a sigh of relief. The boy hadn’t stopped talking the whole was, so now he had a headache.

“Charlie!!” He turned to see Olivia Vertigo and Emma Tolly running toward him. Both girls were endowed. Emma could fly; all she had to do was imagine a bird, and she would become that bird. Olivia was in illusionist. She too had to think about what she wanted, and that item of creature would appear. They were never real, of course; just illusions.

“Hey ‘Liv, Emma,” he replied halfheartedly.

“You alright?” Olivia asked. “You look like you’ve just been talked half to death.”

“That about sums it up,” Charlie said. He pointed to the talkative boy, who was now chattering away to the red-haired girl in the green cape, whom Charlie assumed to be his sister. The girl walked slowly; she seemed deep in thought, and not at all interested in what the boy was saying.

Later that day, in the King’s Room, Charlie and Billy Raven were the first ones there. Billy Raven could talk to animals. Or rather, he could until something had happened the previous term that caused him to lose most of his power. He was slowly gaining it back, though. A few minutes later, Tancred Torrson and Lysander Sage followed, with the Branko twins, Ideth and Inez, right behind them. Tancred was a weather monger; he could create snow, rain, wind, and lightning. Lysander was a spirit caller, and could summon his African ancestors. Ideth and Inez were telekinetic, and no one could tell the two apart. Joshua Tilpin, the magnetic boy, came after, with his usual collection of twigs and leaves stuck to him.

Charlie was disappointed when Dagbert Endless and Manfred Bloor showed up. He had hoped Manfred would have left, having graduated already, and that Dagbert would have been sent home. Dagbert was the son of Lord Grimwald, and was a drowner. He had tried to drown Charlie, Billy, and the werebeast, Asa Pike the term before. Manfred used to be a hypnotist, but his powers had faded, and were replaced by a new endowment: fire. Manfred had become like his ancestor, Borlath, and could summon fire and heat at will.

Last to enter was the red-haired girl. Clutched in her arms were several notebooks, and a large, square tin. The girl sat down in the seat across from Charlie, right between Dorcas Loom, the girl who could bewitch clothes, and Gabriel Silk, the boy who could feel thoughts and emotions of people by wearing their clothes.

“Everyone, this is Cassandra Mills,” Manfred said with a smirk. “She is a transfer student from the United States. Make her feel welcome.” Cassandra didn’t look up or acknowledge anyone throughout the introduction, but instead kept her head bowed slightly. She stared off into space, her hazel eyes unfocused and glassy. She stayed like that for several minutes, not moving a muscle, as everyone else got started on homework.

She came out of her trance, and she had no sooner done so, that she opened one of her notebooks, which was a sketchbook, and the tin, which appeared to be filled with several hundred colored pencils. Picking one, she started drawing with the air of someone in a hurry. Her face had a pained look on it, like she was dying to say something, but couldn’t.

She drew for quite some time, in such a frenzied way that several others in the room were staring at her, but Cassandra didn’t notice. She just kept drawing as if no one was there.

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