Persephone's POV.
This has to be a joke.
It cannot be real.
That is the only thing going through my mind as my eyes remain fixed on the plate that hangs in the air. Is this another one of my powers? Is that what this is? It has to be because what other reasonable explanation is there to give about a plate floating in the air? Not even gravity can run that because we aren't in space where everything floats.
The plate wobbles in the air, but doesn't drop, water dripping from the sides and back to the sink. As I take steps back, the plate also moves, coming in my direction while maintaining a fair distance.
"What is this called?" I mutter to myself.
I remain in the same spot, my eyes still fixed on the plate and I receive an immediate epiphany. As long as I focus long and hard on a
