Peter Maximoff's mind had a distinctive telepathic texture, which Charles could feel coming from miles away. He was therefore very surprised to find the speedster lurking in an unused sitting room.
Peter was slumped on the couch, head in his hands, with the defeated air of someone having a total existential crisis.
"What's wrong?" said Charles. "Weren't you visiting your family for Thanksgiving? Did something happen?"
"Magneto," Peter muttered.
Charles frowned. To his knowledge, Erik had been quite well-behaved recently (in retrospect, perhaps suspiciously so). "Why, what's he done now?"
"My mother," said Peter miserably.