Friday 13 Switcharoo!
Hydrokinesis replaced with Meteokinesis
Teleportation replaced with Psychometry
Zachary had wrapped up brunch a few minutes ago, mopping the last bits of syrup with a quick swipe of his pinkie finger that was popped right into his mouth. Tounge flicking across his nail, he looked surreptitiously at the few nearby tables to see if he got away with his less than proper table manners.
It was then that he noticed the predicament of a far off table. Another young man who had spilled a substation amount of coffee, apparently right before Zachary finished his own syrup quest. A bolt of sympathy hit his chest watching the man fret about. Something told him that coffee was hot and currently on a dangerous path right toward the guy's lap and as quietly as possible, Zachary made the decision to help. He could at least divert the coffee just enough so it wouldn't cause any 3rd-degree burns.
Eyes blazing white, he kept his head averted and felt the power bubble up, directing it to the other table. For a moment it appeared nothing was happening. Strange. Zachary focused harder and the door of the diner swung open by a huge gust of wind. It didn't stop there, no the wind picked up and hit like a tidal wave on one row of tables, knocking silverware off and making the salt and pepper shakers slide like they were ice skating across the table. Coffee man's table was directly in the path. The hot liquid was pushed up and away, flung to the opposite end of the booth and away from the man completely.
Zachary watched, gobsmacked. That had to have come from him, right? Only his powers definitely didn't work that way.