The Professor often came to see me after all my schoolwork was done. It usually ended in us taking a walk together through the gardens, with him rolling along beside me. Our talks start in just school talk, all my classes and current grades, but always end up taking a strange turn to talk about my powers.

"How have you been doing, Felicity?" he asked me casually, stopping to take a look at some beautiful lilacs. They were in full bloom, only because a girl of age thirteen had the power of plants, as we all called it.

I shrugged, sitting down on the short brick wall that separated the pathway from the flowerbeds. "I've been alright. Danger Room sessions always seem to get my blood going, and I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not."

He chuckled. "That depends on if it's because you are nervous or excited."

Humming, I replied, "I'm not even sure which one of that it is." I go to three sessions in the Danger Room a week. It's the highest number you can take on a weekly basis for my age. In fact, of all the students, I'm the one who goes the most often. It's usually Storm and Scott that go with my sessions for the advanced group, but if Scott is having a hard time, they'll send Logan in instead. The loss of Jean Grey, a mutant that Scott had been romantically involved with, took a supposedly hard toll on Scott.

The Professor gently plucked a small stem of lilacs and pulled it close to his face, sniffing it very sensually. "I see… And how have your other classes been coming along?"

"They've been going great. I'm doing better in mathematics and physics, and the healing class that Professor Logan teaches is going great."

"Oh? That's good."

It sometimes confuses me why he goes on walks like this. He doesn't do it to many other students, at least not that I've noticed. Not even to Rogue, who is one of the more 'popular' students, or Kitty.

*November*

I feel like it's a total cliche. My life is a total cliche, and I know it. My life right now is full of cliche things and I know it, yet I don't even care.

"Hey, Felicity?" Rogue grinned over at me. "You wanna build a snowman?"

Here we go again. The movie Frozen has overrun the entire school. The halls are always filled with somebody singing 'Let It Go' or 'Do You Wanna Build a Snowman?', and sadly, I'll have to admit to doing the exact same thing.

Frozen is a good movie. Okay, I'll admit to that as well. It does have a lot of meaning to it, and family love, and unexpected romance. Elsa probably means a lot to all of my fellow mutants because we all know how that feels.

Elsa has powers. Us mutants have powers. Elsa feels forced to hide herself from the world, to conceal what she has to offer. We all feel the exact same way, or at least at one point, we did. Even the guys know how that feels.

"Felicity! Do you wanna build a snowman?!"

"Nah, I'm good," I laughed, shaking my head. Snow outside was barely even falling anymore, and it was beyond cold. Welcome to Novembers in New York.

Bobby looked over at Rogue with an unamused look. "You're a bit of a fixer-upper, Rogue."

"Gee, thanks, Bobby."

"The way to fix up this fixer-upper is to fix her up with you, Bobby!" I snickered at Bobby, giving him a pat on the back as I passed by him.

"Throw a little love their way, and you'll bring out their best!" Kitty sang terribly off tune over at us.

"Alright, enough with the cheesy Frozen references," Storm rolled her eyes, but with the smile on her face, I could tell she thought it was at least a little bit funny.

Giving Storm a sly smile, because it was all my fault that everybody loves that movie so much, I walked out of the recreational room and into the main student dormitory hallway.

I got my key out to get into my room, unlocked my door, and got inside. After setting down on my bed with a nice book, one of the J.D. Robb ones that Storm leant me. A few minutes after I started reading, there was a knock at my door.

Who could that be?

Setting down my book on my bed with a bookmark, I got up and opened the door. Right in front of me was a fully dressed, in snow gear-

Logan.

Logan looked down at me, crossing his arms. "Felicity, do you want to build a snowman?"

"W-... What?"

"Do you want to build a snowman?" He asked again, this time a smile almost slipping onto his lips.

Was… Was he really asking me to build a snowman? What?

Of all the cliches in the world, this man decides to pull this one.

So why not?

I smiled, nodding. "Of course! Just let me to get some stuff on, alright?"

Logan only nodded, leaning against my doorframe as I quickly got dressed in a pair of spare snow gear that Rogue had. I pulled on a pair of thick boots that were supposedly waterproof, then a coat.

As I walked out into the hallway, Logan shut the door behind me. He was fully dressed in snow gear. It looked hot, like he would be hot wearing all that stuff inside. My gear was all thin, but insulated enough to keep me warm outside for a certain period of time.

He led me outside, near where the pool was covered up. There were stakes in the ground so that students don't walk on the pool cover, but there were also marks of footprints on the cover, along with a slab of ice right in the middle where the pool cover was pressed down. Obviously somebody didn't follow the rules.

"C'mon, let's build that snowman," he said. As he spoke, I could see his breath. It had to be at least fifteen degrees, maybe even lower. The skin on my cheeks was freezing already.

I nodded, kneeling down on the ground to start rolling snow into the bottom. We agreed on him making the two smaller ones.

Having no gloves or mittens made this a bit more difficult that I had first expected, but oh well, what could you do?

The snow stuck together easily. It wasn't like the powdery stuff that you can never get to form right, so maybe it wasn't as cold as I thought or something. Either way, it was super easy to make that bottom snowball.

It ended up being as tall as my waist. I sat down on the top, to try to flatten it a little to be easier for the other two that were going on top. Sadly, my bottom wasn't exactly heavy enough to flatten anything.

"You're all skin and bones, Kid, you can't flatten a pile of bubbles," Logan chuckled, carrying over a snowball. "Maybe eating would be a good idea, hm?"

I stuck my tongue out at him he threatened to drop that snowball on me. "I eat, I just don't eat that much."

He raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"... Okay, I don't eat much or often."

That seemed to satisfy him, though I don't have a clue how or why.

Logan placed the snowball on top of mine, then made a smaller one for the head for the top. I searched the ground for two pebbles, not seeing him pull two pieces of coal out of his pocket.

Right as I got to my feet with the pebbles, he was poking on the coal pieces. "I see you were prepared."

He pointed the carrot at me before sticking it in between the eyes, and an inch or two below as well. "Always." Logan stuck two sticks in the second snowball for arms, then pulled on mittens over the ends of the sticks. He turned and saw me with my hands in my pockets, so he took the mittens off the snowman.

I shook my head. "Noooo, keep them on him. He needs warm… Sticks."

He snickered. "Of course he does. Keeps his sticks warm." Instead, he started to take off his own gloves and handed them to me. "My hands are good."

I looked up at him. He was being… Nice. Why? Why was he being nice?

Was I somehow in an alternate universe where he is nice to people he usually picks on? People he usually makes fun of, or does questioning things to?

The man that sometimes will pick a flower from the garden and give it to me, but then make fun jokes about me in class.

Being nice to me.

I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

I dropped the pebbles and gently took the gloves from his hands and put them on. Obviously they were a bit big, but they would do. Logan flashed me a grin as he bent down to pick up the pebbles, and placed the two on the chest of the snowman.

"There! It's a girl!" He looked extremely smug.

Two could play at that game.

Giving him a very bright grin, I took the carrot off the nose and placed it at the bottom of the second snowball. "Nope. I think it's a snow-guy." Something got in my nose. I felt a- "Achoo!"

Logan chuckled softly, rubbing my back with his bare hands. "You alright, Kid?"

"Yeah, just… Something got in my nose, I think," I nodded, rubbing my hands together. I pulled my scarf back up to cover part of my chin as well. If only I had one of those ski masks. That would solve a lot of my problems.

"You wanna go inside?"

"Maaaybe."

"It's a yes or no."

"Yes, then," I laughed softly, nodding. "Yes, I'd like to go back inside. But I have to take a picture of this first!"

Quickly, I grabbed the disposable camera out of my pocket and took a picture. Only a select few of us students have cell phones. I'm not one of them. And I'm also not one that accepts that much money, either. I'm terrible with handling any sort of money. I'm good with my plastic, disposable camera, thanks.

The camera made a 'click' before the scroll thing with the number of photos left went to the next number down. Seventeen.

"There we go. Done."

Logan chuckled, wrapping an arm around my waist before leading me back inside. I felt heat come to my cheeks. He was extremely close. Does he know how this affects me? If he does, he's doing all this on purpose.

He opened the door for me, giving my cheek the smallest of kisses as I passed through the doorway. That only made my cheeks feel like they were on fire.

There's no way he's dumb enough not to know that he's making me blush and feel all weird. There is no way. His power includes senses that are extreme. He has to know. Doesn't he?

It seemed like he was completely oblivious as he led me into the rec room. It was empty now, with the fireplace on. He gestured for me to sit on the couch, which I did. I expected him to take a seat beside me, but he stayed standing.

"You want something to drink? Coffee, hot tea, hot cocoa..?"

"Um… Hot tea, please."

He gave my cheek yet another kiss before leaving the room.

Oh my… Oh my lordy… Oh… Holy what…. What?