The car pulled up in front of the Main building of Charles Xavier's school for gifted youngsters. As soon as the boys and their luggage was unpacked the family car sped off down the road as quickly as it had sped in that direction. Lucifer picked up a rock and threw it at the car; it landed in the dust left behind.
"Asshole" Michael was going to chide Lucifer for using such language against their father but Lucifer turned to him before he had a chance to open his mouth "and don't act like you don't feel the same way just because you wont say it out loud." and so Michael shut up; it was true.
Gabriel snickered around the lollipop he was contently sucking on when he heard Lucifer continue the one-upmanship between the two older brothers while helping Castiel mash the feathery offshoots on his back flat so they would lie against his back under the long trench coat he insisted on covering them up with. The only reminent of his wings visible was a feather tail that could only be seen from the front between Castiel's legs when he walked;it felt awkward and he couldn't sit down because of the wings acting like a splint behind his back and legs , it was worth the discomfort to be able to hide the monstrositys on his back.
Castiel was the weird kid,and his attire resembled that almost completely. Blue denim Jeans, a hand-me-down motorhead shirt (it had once belonged to Lucifer) ,with the entire back section cut out for his wings to slide into when the shirt is pulled over his head with only the shirt collar and sleeves holding the shirt on, accompanying the long tan coat and smart black shoes.
Gabriel looked like any old Moody teen, bland and plain but happy. a Messy brunet mop of hair matched with a black shirt and grey jeans . He constantly had some kind of sweet or candy bar hanging from his mouth and somehow kept his skinny physique. His constant supply of candy coming from his ability to change atoms and molecules in regular items creating whatever he see's fit.
Michael was the All-American boy;or at least he looked it. Short blonde hair with broad shoulders and the build of a football player with the usual denim and cotton Jeans and shirt that ran common in the family. he is definitely the 'connection' between him and all his brothers;a telepath who cant help but tune his brother into his thoughts out of bad habit.
Lucifer was the exact opposite of Michael; he was the punk rocker that some how managed to make All-american Boy's cry and then hand over their lunch money. ripped black jeans and a 'Sex pistols' shirt followed by the most worn wifebeater Jacket this side of the Camden markets (a nice joke for the alt loving brits). With a flick of the telekenetic's wrist things could fly across the room, doors would open, people would trip...
Michael was the one who stepped forward first and gently rapped at the door. After a second of silence and no answer Lucifer took it upon himself to cram Michael out of the way and pushed his hand in the direction of the door and it flew open;Leaving the two younger brother to stare in awe at the -what mustve been at least a hundred students- wondering the hall to their next lessons and periods for the day. Michael joined Castiel and Gabriel's look of amazement leaving Lucifer the only one still slightly irked about any of this situation. And so began the first day of mutant school.