Lin had a starry look in her eyes wanting to share her well thought out theories. “Well Let’s see what you have come up with today.” Madam Weaver seemed interested. It was a daily event for them.

Lin pulled out three separate reports all of which had multiple pages of reference. “I started on these just writing down ideas but decided to do some historical research on luck in cultures. The first theory I have is just your basic scientific explanation.” Madam Weaver visible shook her head.

“With everything there is a mathematical formula that can explain it. There is always a percentage chance of something happening. Even with super powers if scientists dedicated enough time they can prove it scientifically. The best possibility is that your power is subconsciously calculating these possibilities and it is more easily explained in the terminology as luck and jinx.” Lin presented pages and pages of numbers and math probability formulas.

“That seems like a lot of work for one brain to be doing…” Asher was starting to feel his brain melt already.

“Yes dear, it is a lot of work for an average human’s brain to do. If you had such an ability your brain would be different and most likely you would have a power related to brain calculation speed or size. Lin actually has an enhanced brain by taking on traits of an owl.” Madam Weaver chimed in pointing out the differences between the power to make complex calculations with the average human brain.

“Unfortunately that s the chink in the armor so to speak. He had no visible traits that would support him being ankle to calculate these things. It is also strange that his power would be named lucky jinx if it was related to mathematical probability. But it is still the most logical.” Lin nodded pleased with herself.

‘I hope that’s not what my power is. I would be the world’s biggest math nerd doing math with my subconscious.’ Asher was in his own little world worrying over being a math nerd when Lin opened her second theory.

“The second theory I wrote up involves your family history. I looked up the name Asher and in Irish culture it has been known as a lucky name, that may have influenced the naming of your power but it is a similar ability to probability manipulation. You can manipulate the probability of things around you. It is a subconscious precognitive ability that is created through observation.” Lin seemed very proud of this one since she had found multiple cases of super powers having different names when researched but the same effects.

“So you think I can guess the future and manipulate it?” Asher was trying hard to understand why this was all happening in his subconscious.

“No, I think you can observe patterns and use that to your advantage.” Lin simplified it even though she looked a bit annoyed.

“Lin if that was the case then even his name being of Irish descent a culture that has plenty of mythology related to luck, then why would it be a predictive ability? The two do not seem to add up.”

Lin looked at madam Weaver like she had just taken the air out of her . However there was a pint in Madam Weavers words, the theory seemed too loosely connected. “Well that leads us to the final theory.” Lin opened the last of her theory reports and pulled out multiple articles.

“These are all instances that those who examined a student after they gained their super power had been found out to be wrong. This happens multiple ways, Sometimes the doctor is distracted or rushed reading to an improper examination. There is the possibility that someone else’s powers interfered however unlikely that us. There is also the possibility that the doctor lied for some reason. There are even outliers that are just unique reasons their power was diagnosed wrongly or completely different from what it actually was.”

The articles that Lin passed around were largely written as medical journals written for you doctors to avoid the same mistakes. ‘So she thinks the doctor lied to me?’ Asher wanted to refute this after thinking on it for a bit but realized he would have no proof.

“Lin, it is very possible that human error was at play but I do not believe that is the case.” Madam Weaver stepped in again fending off Lin’s theory. Lin was going to argue this but instead her eyes moved to Asher.

“What are your theories?” Her eyes were not on him but the typed up papers he had written. They were small in number and she doubted any real facts were in them.

Asher straightened his papers and straightened his back. “With the help of my friends we talked over what the aura reading might mean.” Asher hesitated wanting to get this over with. “One of my friends thinks that i can eat a person’s luck and make it my own, but I think that is wrong. I don’t feel like I can do something that direct at all.”

Madam Weaver shook her head at this, “That is a more outlandish theory your friend has.”

‘If only she knew he thought I couldn’t use public transport because I wouldn’t be walking.’ Asher tossed this thought from his mind and instead cleared his throat. ” After talking more with my friend I ended up with a better explanation. “My power is not one but two. I am Lucky and lucky is drawn to me. But this comes at the cost of those around me losing some luck.” Madam weaver was nodding along ever so slightly, Lin did not miss this.

“But what is luck? It isn’t real, it’s scie-” Madam Weave gave Lin a hard stare causing Lin to tense up and fear for her grade point average.

Asher saw this look and decided it was safe to continue, “My theory on the jinx part of my power is that when someone thinks of me or I think of someone as my enemy then their luck becomes less in spoke way. Most likely if I am around the, their luck would probably transfer to me and they would be left with no luck at all. So maybe bad luck?”

Madam Weaver was looking at him debating what he was saying in her head. “Well, I believe that would be close to what I thought. You have a pretty unique power and you should foster it well.” This was not necessarily a confirmation but with her words he felt that his grade was safe.

” Ok Ok Ok, Let’s pretend it is luck. So you will pretty much be lucky yourself but others around you will lose luck?” Lin confirmed this theory then proceeded. “Then believing that you actually have two separate powers, this jinx power would make your enemies seriously unlucky to the point where they would most likely be unable to harm you or something?’ Madam Weaver did not contradict this at all. Letting out a deep sigh Lin dropped her hands and shoulders. “This is auras all over again.”

“Oh child don’t you worry. It is hard to grasp when you have relied on cold facts your entire life. Your mind makes you see logic and helps you understand most things. Your gifts just have a harder time grasping the spiritual side of the world.” With some more encouragement madam Weaver seemed to make Lin feel a bit better.

“Well It is about that time. Keep meditating on your power and what it may cause. Lin, you are still learning, take it slow.” Before either could reply to why Madam Weaver was saying her goodbyes the bell rang out. Neither had realized so much time had passed them by.

Lin had her theories and notes packed away in a second and before Asher could even say a word of goodbye to madam Weaver she had already disappeared from sight. ‘How does she do that?’ Slowly gathering his own bag and papers Asher headed out confused about how he had missed his teacher move yet again.

Stopping dead in his tracks Asher stood staring while he was in the middle of the hallway. “What did you do in your chemistry class?”

Walking down the hallways a slightly blackened Art had appeared. His clothing was singed and his hair was ruffled. There were black smudge marks all over his hands and face. “Well first we learned to use the Bunsen burners and then we tested a few chemical reactions and then…well….puffff.” Art dramatically threw his hands up in to the air.

Asher put his face in his hands, “only you Art…only you.”

“Hey what does that mean.” Art made a tough face and sounded offended.

“Asher, look what I made!” Jane was running through the halls dodging around the other students who were on their way out of the school for the day. “Art? What did you do?”

Letting out an exasperated sigh, “Puffff” Art only had this response before heading off to grab his bag from his locker.