Charlotte
I own nothing. Please correct me if anything appears wrong! I changed a few things.
1) Meeting Raven, X-Men First Class
In Westchester County, New York, in a mansion the size of a school, a young girl with dark hair slept soundly in her gargantuan bed. Gifted but lonely, Charlotte Frances Xavier was the only daughter of Brian and Sharon Xavier. Her father unfortunately passed away in an accident when she was five, and an avaricious and abusive man married her mother.
Charlotte's deep blue eyes fluttered open as she heard some commotion from the kitchen downstairs. Reluctantly, she rose out of her comfy, if not extravagant, bed, grabbed her late father's old baseball bat, and rushed to the kitchen. She saw her tall, blonde mother wearing one of her favorite dresses and searching through their fridge.
Charlotte furrowed her eyebrows. Her mother was hardly ever home. And when she was, she was either ordering one of her servants around from her bedroom or complaining about her relatives to Kurt from her private sitting room. So her appearance then obviously raised suspicion.
"Mother…" Charlotte tiredly put down her bat. "What are you… I thought you were a burglar."
Her mother turned from the fridge. "I didn't mean to scare you, darling. I was just getting a snack. Go back to bed." Her mother quickly noticed Charlotte's uneasiness and smiled sweetly at her.
Something's wrong…
"What's the matter? Go on, back to bed." Her mother bent down to her level, still smiling. "I'll make you hot chocolate."
Not her, Charlotte thought to herself. Mother's never this sickly sweet. She's hardly ever sweet unless she wants something. It's not her. Charlotte frowned at the imposter. "Who are you?"
She glanced at the picture of her and her mother and quickly noted that the imposter was wearing the exact dress. "And what have you done with my mother?" Charlotte demanded, slipping into the imposter's mind.
My mother has never set foot in this kitchen in her life, Charlotte projected to the suddenly intimidated woman, who was holding her invaded head. And she certainly never made me hot chocolate, unless you count ordering the maid to do it.
Before Charlotte's eyes, the "woman" shifted into a small, frightened girl with electric blue skin, blood red hair, and wide yellow eyes. Charlotte considered alerting one of the servants, but then she scolded herself and smiled in amazement and relief at the little girl. There was absolutely no reason for her to be afraid. There was finally another girl. She finally met someone like her. She was no longer alone.
The girl frowned slightly at Charlotte. She hasn't screamed or called for help or even threatened me yet. "You're not… scared of me?"
"I always believed I couldn't be the only girl in the world," Charlotte told her softly, ready to cry. "The only person who was… different." The word "mutant" was not the right word to use in their situation. She wanted to comfort the girl, not inform or remind her of labels. "And here you are."
Raven's eyes widened some more, and she dared to hope that this other child was not only unafraid but also different, as she put it, like her. She understood. She didn't have to steal like Raven, but she probably knew what it felt like to be ostracized and lonely.
Charlotte offered her hand. "Charlotte Xavier." Raven took it.
"Raven." The younger girl of the two accidentally projected some thoughts, and Charlotte sighed as her mind's eye witnessed Raven's memories. The girl had stolen from fridges and even trash bins before because she had no one left to feed her, no one left who cared.
"You're hungry and alone." Her eyes softened as she noticed how emaciated the girl's naked body was. "Take whatever you wish. We have plenty of food. You don't have to steal." Charlotte grinned warmly and slowly wrapped her arms around the shorter girl. "In fact, you'll never have to steal again."
Raven beamed brightly for the first time in years. She was no longer alone. She now had a friend and a sister like her.