Charles POV:
"Who started this snowstorm?" I asked calmly over breakfast. "Because they will be on main shoveling duty today."
Ororo smirked. "Not me, Professor. I give you permission to look for proof if you so wish." I smiled, reassuring her that I trusted her.
Bobby, on the other hand, stared guiltily at his plate. It was nearly bare, lacking his normal pile of sausage. I knew his choice to stay kosher during Chanukah, and had made sure properly made turkey sausage was available to him. But only two toast with a small amount of honey were present.
At a look from Kitty, I did not press him any further. However, I quietly told her to speak to me after the meal.
She arrived at my office ten minutes after we had finished eating. "It was a rough night for both of us, Professor. He was having nightmares about the first time his powers manifested, and he can't stop this from happening if it gets that bad." I nodded sympathetically as the lights flickered, then went out altogether.
"Probably build-up," I muttered, gesturing for Kitty to follow me.
I went to the main entrance, where Bobby was systematically shoveling a path wide enough for my wheelchair. When Kitty called and he didn't look up from the task at hand, I gently prodded him. He froze in place. "I'll be fine, Professor."
"No, your only job right now is to get the power back on. Unless, of course, you'd rather go solely by flashlight and menorah tonight." He laughed genuinely for the first time all day. I made sure my mental barriers were still up, because the emotions I was experiencing were stronger than one person's. But I realized that Kitty had intended for me to feel hers.
We did indeed rely on flashlights that night, along with the menorah proudly displayed in the front hall.