This is my first X-men fanfiction, so advice is welcome, reviews are encouraged. Thanks. Enjoy!

Logan followed the students down into the main hall. The professor had said something about some important news in his mental message to everyone. Now, the hall was filled with students and teachers. Their chatter was almost deafening, collected together.

Logan looked around and spotted Jean and Scott in the corner. He made his way over to them and leaned against the wall. "What do you think the professor wants?" he asked.

Scott shrugged. "Don't know. Maybe he has some information on the Brotherhood," he said. Jean rolled her eyes. "It could be something simple, you know."

Logan shrugged. Professor Xavier had been trying to track down the Brotherhood for a while now. If he was close, then, it would at least be a start. Suddenly, Logan perked up. A soft sound, almost like fabric moving, reached his sensitive hearing.

A door to his right opened and Professor Xavier rolled out in his chair. He smiled to everyone and said, "I have called you here because I have a surprise for all of you. Because of your hard work and studying, I have decided to throw the school a winter ball."

Chattering rose again. Logan looked at Jean and Scott, wondering what they thought of this, but they were only looking at each other, smiles on their faces. Logan rolled his eyes. Those two were constantly giving each other the lovey eye looks. It was getting annoying.

Xavier raised his hand for silence. "The ball will be help in four days. I thought that some of you may want to learn how to dance formally. That is why I have brought in an old friend who is more than happy to teach anyone who wishes to learn." He looked over his shoulder and a woman walked out into the student's view.

Logan stared as she smiled. She was thin, long legged, and lean, with a small waist. Her black and white hair was wavy around her shoulders, framing her pale face nicely, and bringing out the yellow in her eyes. She wore a spaghetti strapped red dress that stopped at her knees and a pair of comfortable high heels. There was silence as she gave a short curtsy. She was stunning.

"This is Ramira Angel. She is a dance instructor who has agreed to give dancing lessons," the professor said.

She smiled and raised her hands. Logan thought she was going to wave or something, but she started to motion with them, instead. It dawned on him, as the professor translated, that Ramira couldn't speak.

"Thank you," Xavier translated, "For having me here and allowing me to teach you the wonderful joy of dancing. Any and all are free to join me in the next room." Ramira stepped back and gestured to the room behind her, which was big enough to hold about 20 people. A few students stayed where they were, a few walked into the room, but most of them left to return to their rooms, eager to start getting ready for the ball.

Logan shrugged and walked into the room with Jean and Scott. "Might as well learn something," he grumbled at Scott's curious look. "Got nothing else better to do."

Once all of the students and teachers that wished to learn, were in the room, Ramira turned to face them. She stood next to a table with a large boombox sitting on top. The professor stood next to her, ready to translate. "I see that there are many here who wish to learn to dance," she signed. "Good. But, I see that there is an odd number of people. I will need someone to be my partner."

No one came forward or volunteered. Ramira looked down at the professor and then around at her new students. Her yellow cat eyes landed on Logan and she smiled. She walked forward and extended her hand toward him. He stared at it for a moment. "I don't dance," he said.

Ramira only smiled and signed, "That is alright. I will make you look good. Even if you trip over your large feet, people will still like your dancing."

Logan puffed out his chest a bit, as if in a defensive move, at her words. "You know what they say about large feet," he growled. Women had told him that is sounded sexy and mysterious.

But Ramira only smiled. "They're overcompensating for the lack of brain in their heads." The students laughed, as well as Jean and Scott. Ramira flashed her teeth in a smile and grabbed Logan's hand, pulling him to the front of the group.

She positioned one of his hands on her waist and signed to the students quickly. "The first dance is a waltz. A waltz has a three time step. One, two, three. One, two, three. The man leads the woman. Another way to count is step, side, together. Step, side, together. Watch me and copy when I am done."

Ramira pushed a button on the boombox and a soft waltz flowed from the speakers. She took Logan's free hand in hers, placed her other hand on his shoulder, and pulled a bit, to get his moving. He stepped forward with his left foot as she stepped back. He moved his right foot to the side and brought his right foot next to it. Ramira mirrored him and game him encouraging nods to tell him he was doing very well.

Logan held his new partner in his arms, becoming accustomed to her feel and smell. Lilacs and sunshine, he'd call it. It suited her. Sweet and warm, but quick. She'd come up with that comeback without a second thought. And, she was a hell of a dancer. Logan had never waltzed before, but, with her as his partner, he felt as if he had been dancing for years. Every move was graceful and sleek.

After what seemed like seconds, but had been about 5 minutes, the music stopped. Ramira pulled back a bit and curtsied to Logan. He awkwardly bowed in response. Ramira turned to the students and signed. "Partner up and do the basics of waltz. I'll come around and help you," the professor translated.

Ramira pushed the button and another slow waltz came out of the speakers. Students grabbed their partners after a few awkward moments. Their attempts were sloppy and weird, but, with a few adjustments from Ramira, they were soon dancing adequately.

Logan watched as she corrected Scott's arm and how he was holding it. She signed something, but, with the professor still in his spot next to the boom box, her message was not coming across to Scott. His brow furrowed and Jean was just as confused. Ramira paused in her motioning. She held up one finger to the couple and walked back to the professor.

She motioned something. Logan didn't know what it was, though, by her body language, it wasn't good. But, her movements and the agility of her hands was something to behold. Darting and twisting, Logan could see the control and the potential strength in her hands.

When she was done, her hands dropped to her side as if resting for the next go around. Xavier nodded, as if answering something she'd asked, and rolled over to Scott and Jean. He spoke to them for a moment, relaying instructions on their dancing. Logan kept his eyes on Ramira, though. She was still smiling, but she was shaking her hands as if they hurt. He knew the gesture, having done it many times for when his claws had slid from their chambers and through his skin. His eyebrow jerked up. Was she in pain?

But his thoughts were cut off as another song came on. It was a more popular song, but Logan never kept track of artists these days. Of course, the kids knew the song and started waltzing to the under beat. Their dancing wasn't as graceful as a professionals, but they had happy smiles on their faces.

Logan watched them for a moment before Ramira suddenly grabbed his hand. He looked down at her and his hands automatically snapped to the waltzing position. It was as if it were of their own accord. Ramira followed him as he waltzed them around in a circle. It were as if his body wasn't his own and he didn't care. A comfortable and positive feeling filled his body as he danced with Ramira.

She smiled up at him and they continued to dance, adding a few moves here and there, for what seemed like minutes, but was hours. Time seemed to lapse when they were dancing. Then again, Logan had never had this much fun before. This whirlwind in his arms was contagious with her smile and good mood.

In fact, the whole room was in a good mood. People danced and smiled and laughed. They were having such a good time, that no body noticed the time until a bell rang somewhere to signal dinner. A disappointed groan filled the room as the professor ordered everyone to the dining hall. "Would you like to join us, Ramira?" he asked as he rolled toward the door.

She nodded and turned off her boombox quickly as the students filed out. Logan waited for her to finish and left with her and the professor. Ramira signed something. Logan raised his eyebrows in question. "She says that she's glad about the turn out," Xavier said. "Not many people want to learn formal dancing anymore."

Ramira nodded. "It's a bit awkward that I don't know what you're saying," he said, starting up a conversation as they sat down at the main table. Food was already placed on hot pads before them. Ramira put a small pile of everything on her plate and offered the food to Logan. As he fixed his own plate, he said, "Could you teach me a few things? So we don't have to use the professor so much."

She beamed, excited at the prospect of teaching someone her language. She immediately pointed to a fork and motioned with her hand by placing on hand flat and jabbing at it with her first two fingers. Logan copied the motion and said, "Fork?" Ramira nodded.

She pointed to a cup and formed her one hand into a semi-circle, as if holding a cup. She placed it on her open palm, lifted it, and then set it back down. Logan copied this move, as well. "Cup?" he asked. Ramira grinned and nodded. For the rest of dinner, she helped Logan learn a few more words. He smiled at her. This woman was something else. And he liked it.

Thanks for reading. I understand that this may have gone a bit faster than my other books, but I wanted to establish some of the characters and the basic set up. I'll do better next time. Reviews are welcome, by the way. Thanks again.