Well, it's certainly the last place I ever thought I'd end up, thought Molly with a certain sense of detached calm. She stopped her car in front of the imposing wrought iron gate and stared beyond it to the equally imposing brick-and-ivy front of the school. Really it was more of a mansion, but as her mother used to say: any port in a storm.
Taking a deep breath, Molly rolled her window down and pressed the call button on the speaker box next to the driveway.
"Welcome to the Xavier School; how can we help you?" asked a tinny but pleasant female voice.
"I need to speak to a-" Molly paused for a moment, looking down at the note on her hand. "Charles Xavier. I need to speak to him immediately. It's of the utmost importance."
"I regret to inform you that Professor Xavier is no longer with us. However, we will help you to the fullest of our ability. Please, pull up and park in the driveway. Someone will meet you."
The sentence was followed by a short burst of static as the person on the line ended the conversation. The gates in front of Molly's car swung open silently and she pulled into the wide, sweeping driveway and parked. She reached over to the seat beside her and gathered the large, rather cumbersome bag she'd thrown there. Stepping out of the car, Molly opened the back seat and took out the bassinet before she transferred a peacefully sleeping child from a car seat to the bassinet. Ready at last, Molly shut the doors, locked the car, and walked to the front of the mansion. A woman with pure white hair was waiting in the doorway when Molly reached it. She graciously offered to take the large baby bag, but Molly declined. It had become a security blanket at some point.
"Please, come with me," the woman said, and Molly recognized her as the woman she'd spoken to via call box. "My name is Ororo Munroe; I'm the headmistress here at the Xavier school since he passed away."
"I'm so sorry for your loss," Molly murmured sympathetically.
The headmistress-Molly couldn't really think of her in any other terms-led Molly to a lovely study lined with cherry wood bookcases. A large, rather masculine desk dominated the space and two soft-looking chairs faced the desk.
"Please have a seat, and you can tell me your name and what, exactly, you need help with."
Molly set the bassinet and baby bag on the ground by her feet and perched on the edge of the chair nervously.
"My name is Molly Malone and this is my godson, Caleb Johnston. I'm from Boston, been driving all day to get here, Miss Munroe."
"Very well then, Molly: What can we do for you?"
"I witnessed Caleb's mother's murder yesterday," Molly told her bleakly.
Molly watched the headmistress's eyes widen, an expression of horror flashing across her face.
"She was a mutant."
Hey there! So, this is my first fanfic ever and I figured I'd put this up to see how it went. It's sort of an intro to the story. Second chapter will be up in a few minutes.