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A group of students ran past the front hall as Jean carried Bekka in with Olivier not too far behind her. One of the students, a preteen girl with long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, stopped and walked over to Jean.
"Mrs. Summers," she said, "Is there any way you can get me out of Mr. Logan's training today? Nathan mentioned that you do it for him all the time. I'm not sure if he was joking or not, but I figured I could ask. So can you?"
Jean sighed, "I'll see what I can do, Meredith, but why do you want to get out of class? You're a great student."
"Because today's session is supposed to be really hard and whenever I do a hard session everyone laughs and calls me weak because I usually choke and can't do it," Meredith whined.
"I can make no promises, but I'll see what I can do," Jean replied
"Thank you," Meredith smiled running off to catch up to the other kids.
"And, Meredith," Jean called to her, now already down the hall, "Tell, Nathan to stop telling people that story. It was one time and he said he wasn't feeling good." Jean turned back towards Olivier, "Meredith will probably be in some of your classes."
Olivier shrugged, "I don't care." He looked around the mansion, "Do I get a room or what?"
"Yes, of course," Jean said, "the bedrooms are upstairs. Follow me." She led him towards the stairs.
Once upstairs, they stopped in front of one of the doors. Jean opened the door. In the room was two beds. One of them was unmade. Obviously, it already had an owner. The other one was neatly made. Walking in, Jean pointed to the made bed.
"This is your bed, Olivier," she said.
Olivier took off his backpack and sat it down next to it. He looked across the room at the other bed, "I have a roommate?"
"Um, yes," Jean nodded, "Actually, your roommate's..."
"I don't care," Olivier cut in.
"Okay, then," Jean gave a weak smile, "Well, then I'm going to take your sister to the nursery." She began to walk out the door, but stopped and turned back around, "If you need anything, anything at all, you can talk to me. Okay?"
"Whatever," Olivier shrugged. He glanced out the window, sighing.
"Okay, bye," Jean left the room.
Olivier sat watching as a blonde haired teacher with white wings followed by a group of students flew past his window. He could definitely say that he had never seen that before. The whole mansion was a new place for him. It was so different than he was used to. And another thing he wasn't used to, sharing. Even back at home with his dad and sister, both before and after his mom had died, he had never once had to share anything of his. Sharing wasn't a quality that he possessed.
The door opened and a brown haired boy wearing shorts and a t-shirt with a jacket over it walked in. He looked at Olivier.
"Are you lost, dude?" he asked.
Olivier turned away from the window and looked at the boy. He said defensively, "This is my room."
"Sorry," he shrugged, "Didn't know." He waited a few moments before adding, "So you're new here?"
Olivier rolled his eyes.
"I'll take that as a yes," he walked towards him and extended his hand, "I'm Nathan Summers. And you are?"
"Annoyed,"
Nathan pulled his hand back in awkwardly and put it into his pocket, "Well, nice meeting you, then, whoever you are."
Olivier turned back towards his window.
Nathan, hesitating, said, "That's Mr. Worthington's flying class. Do you fly?"
Olivier sighed and shook his head.
"I can't fly with wings or anything," Nathan said, "but I do have telekinesis and can sort of levitate myself to fly over sort distances." Nathan sat down on his bed and kicked off his shoes, "So what are your powers?"
Olivier looked at him like he was crazy.
"What's wrong dude?" Nathan joked, "You're powerless or something?"
Olivier looked to the ground, shyly.
"You don't have powers," Nathan said, almost embarrassed, "I'm sorry dude, I didn't know. I just figured since you were here...The institute hasn't had any humans before."
"I'm not a human," Olivier argued, getting upset, "I just don't have my powers yet."
"How old are you?" Nathan asked. Olivier was pretty tall. He had figured he was the same age as him, almost fifteen.
"Thirteen,"
"You're tall for your age," Nathan shrugged, "Yeah, I guess you could still get them." Looking at Olivier, he noticed for the first time that his eyes were not a normal color, "You're eyes are already mutated. Maybe that's your mutation?"
Olivier shook his head, "That runs in the family."
"Your parents are mutants?" Nathan asked.
Olivier turned back towards the window, "Can you just go."
"Fine, but it's my room too, dude," Nathan said as he put his tennis shoes back on and stood up, leaving the room, "Hey, before I leave, could you at least tell me your name?"
Olivier sighed, giving in, "Olivier. Olivier LeBeau."
