Mathue: *closes the office door, locks it, and sits down in the chair*
Principle: Ah, Mr. Mathue. Don't you just love these little chats?
Mathue: Not particularly, not because of you of course. But it'll look suspicious if I keep coming to these "little chattings" each week.
Principle: I'm sure your friends won't notice…it's only one period.
Mathue: True, we have a big number of people; I'll probably just blend in.
Principle: Is the door locked?
Mathue: As always, ma'am.
Principle: Good…*changes form to her real form, Mystique*
Mystique: Aaah…much better…
Mathue: Hmm…
Mystique: Now, would you like to share your little, slipping, last night?
Mathue: Hey, how do you know?
Mystique: Gambit is gone, and Emma has missed work today as well.
Mathue: Gambit could just be sick?
Mystique: Hmm, I don't believe so. Just tell me, Mathue.
Mathue: Fine, I accidently slipped. So what, it's Gambit, who cares?
Mystique: Well if you want to remain anonymous, you do.
Mathue: It's his fault, it wasn't even his dream! Rogue was the one who had it…
Mystique: How dare—
Mathue: I can't control who gets it, Mystique.
Mystique:…I guess your right…I can't punish you for something that would happen inevitably…
Mathue: Yeah…
*Mystique goes over to a T.V she kept and put in a tape, and it showed screen shots of Nightcrawler and Rogue*
Mathue: You know, if someone walks in and your watching that, won't that seem kind of stalkerish?
Mystique: That's why the door is locked, child.
Mathue: True...
Mystique: *reaches the part that happened earlier that day, when Nightcrawler comforted Rogue and tears welled up in her eyes* my children…
Mathue: Meh, I'd probably be all over Rogue if she didn't have the touchy thingy…*vaguely waves hands around in gestures*
Mystique: *turns around and glares furiously*
Mathue: Joking…joking…
Mystique: Of course….*turns back to the tape*
Mathue: I don't see why you don't just tell them…why did you get rid of them in the first place?
Mystique: Because you imbecile, if Magneto found out the twins weren't his, he'd kill them! I had to hide them…
Mathue: Yeah, well Nightcrawler's church stuff is annoying.
Mystique: I find it beautiful…
Mathue: You're his mom; of course you do…so they're twins? I didn't know that…
Mystique: You're truly a work of stupidity aren't you…yes, they are the same age, Kurt was born before Anna.
Mathue: It's so weird hearing their real names; I'm just so used to calling them by Nightcrawler and Rogue.
Mystique: Names of importance, no doubt…
Mathue: Of course…well, anyway, I love getting together with you, but it's almost lunch, and if I'm not at lunch they'll DEFINITELY figure out I'm gone.
Mystique: Fine…leave me to my sober thoughts then…
Mathue: I'll do that…*picks up his backpack, unlocks the door, and leaves*