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It was little after one o'clock in the afternoon and everyone at the mansion was enjoying a rare day off. Everyone was left to their own devices; which may or may not have been such a good idea ("I regret nothing!" Sean yelled as he ran away from a fuming Raven.). Erik was standing outside on the lawn, absently weaving a coin through his fingers, when Charles stormed passed him with a broom in hand.
Intrigued, Erik followed the telepath until they reached a small garden.
Or rather, what used to be one.
What happened? Erik wondered as he noted that about eighty percent of the garden looked as if it was ravaged by something.
"Rodents." Charles answered simply, not turning around, "Moles to be exact."
Nodding, Erik asked, "And the broom...?"
"Sometimes they need a little encouragement," Charles said, shrugging nonchalantly.
"What about your telepathy?"
"No, animals are too stupid for me to influence."
"The mighty Charles Xavier bested by a couple of moles. How wonderful."
The Englishman's ears burned with embaressment, "S-Shut up!
Erik laughed quietly, "What would you say if I offered to help you?"
"I'd say, that would be lovely."
"How about if I said I have over fifty brooms at my disposal?"
Thank-you Alicia for your kind words and I'm elated to think that you really liked my story! Haha, I'm planning on doing a chapter for everyone but if you have any requests, tell me and I'll do my best!
If any of you guys have any requests for a chapter, tell me please! I can't write romance at all. Seriously, I am so inexperienced in that field...
Ugh, I failed...AGAIN! This wasn't even remotely funny.