Music Class
Bobby, Rogue, Kitty, John, Jubilee, and Piotr stood in front of Professor Xavier's desk. They're being scolded for having a disco party in the rec room. Piotr had his head bowed in shame; Jubilee was checking her nails; Rogue was playing with her hair; Bobby, John, and Kitty were arguing back.
"Oh c'mon, Prof!" John whined.
"We were just having a small get-together! A gathering!" Bobby said.
"There's nothing wrong with having disco-balls during one!" Kitty said.
"There is nothing wrong, yes," Xavier said. "But when I was your age-"
John moaned. "Not the 'when I was your age' talk again!"
"- our disco-balls were not made of ice with globules of plasma! And when they fell, they shatter. Not explode with sparks and wreck half of the recreation room!" Xavier finished, glaring at John.
The teenagers looked into space and recalled their 'gathering'.
An hour ago…
"You are sure about this?" Piotr asked, his brow creased with worry.
"Don't worry, Peter!" Kitty assured. "The teachers never really use the rec room. So, it's free for us! Besides, what could possibly go wrong?"
"Something would definitely go wrong," Piotr replied, "now that you have said those accursed five words."
Kitty slapped his muscular arm playfully. "You're overacting, Colossus!"
They entered the rec room, and saw Bobby, John, Rogue, and Jubilee setting up decorations and tables.
"Yo, guys! Got the snacks?" Jubilee asked as she jumped off of the stool she was standing on.
Kitty held the large, stuffed brown paper bag up above her head and shook it. "Got 'em all in here!"
"We're almost done. We just need to prepare the disco-ball," Bobby said while he took the bag of snacks from her hands. John began to arrange them on the tables.
Jubilee and Bobby stood together. First, Jubilee made a pink globule of plasma above her palm. Then, Bobby encased it in a small ball of ice. The pink plasma glowed through the ice. Jubilee made another one, but this time, it was green. Bobby encased it too. They gave them to Rogue to carry. Then Jubilee made a blue one, and finally a yellow one.
"You guys done yet?" Rogue asked, her teeth chattering slightly. "Mah arms are goin' numb."
Bobby smirked, then he made a hemisphere of ice on each of his palms. Both were hollow in the middle. Rogue placed two mini-ice spheres in each hemisphere. Bobby slowly put them together and sealed them shut. Jubilee's fireworks glittered brightly in the large sphere of ice. Bobby made an upside-down 'U' on the sphere. He gave it to Kitty, who was lifted up by Piotr, to hook onto the mechanical hook attached to the ceiling which would make the ice sphere spin like a disco-ball.
"Voila!" Bobby said.
John checked his watch. "Dinner should be over right now. So, the guests would be here in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one—"
At that moment, the door opened and students filed in. Jubilee turned on the radio and everybody started dancing. They were able to sneak a few bottles of beer in, so the students took the chance. The children were already devouring the snacks and everybody was going crazy. They were stamping their feet to the rhythm. Their stamping made the room shake, which made the ceiling rattle slightly, and that made the disco ball bounce in its hook. Finally, Piotr, who'd turn into metal to do a robot dance for the students, stamped his foot.
The disco-ball jumped out of the hook, hit the floor loudly, and shattered. Then, there was a loud explosion and dizzying colours, and loud, shocked screams.
There was a cloud of white that blew away the smoke. The door swung open, and two adults appeared. The two of the three main teachers: Scott Summers and Jean Grey.
"Who started this?" Scott asked angrily.
All the fingers pointed at Bobby, John, Rogue, Kitty, Piotr, and Jubilee.
The teenagers turned back to the professor, who was still lecturing them.
"- and now we have a three-metre-wide burn on the carpets, a broken table, and twenty broken glasses!" Xavier said, throwing his hands up with frustration. "Do you know how much it will cost to replace all of that?!"
The six of them looked back at the professor without saying a word. The professor continued, "Your punishment will be taken charge of by Logan. Tomorrow, after lessons, meet him in the music room. You are dismissed."
The six of them left the study, wondering what their punishment will be.