At a glance Rosalind Wintersmith looked quite happy, and in some ways she was. Despite being an obvious mutant she looked like she didn't have a care I the world, none of this was true through, because behind the big blue eyes and the bubble-gum hair was a mass of emotion that was kept at bay by mental barriers (this made it almost impossible for telepaths to read her thoughts).
What tipped people off that Rosalind was a mutant, apart from the strangely natural blue and pink hair and the pointed ears towards the top of her head, were her long ears and tail. On top of her wings and tail she had extremely heightened senses double possibly triple that of a normal human. She could also see heat signatures and low light didn't pose a problem for her. To help her fly she had a light weight skeleton, similar to a birds, unfortunately that meant her bones were weaker and tended to brake a lot. So as you could probably guess it was hard for her to fit in.
To add to all of that Rosalind also possessed powers over plants and ice often combining them together to create interesting effects, while her wings are what originally brought her to the attention of Xavier's school for gifted youngsters but it was accidently turning the living room into an ice rink overgrown with plants that got her a place at the school.
At the present moment she was sat in the departure lounge of the airport with her cousin. Her long hair was platted down her back with her black Preston beanie hiding her ears, an oversized rain coat that hid her wings but her tail stuck out the bottom. One thing that she couldn't hide was how nervous she was.
While she could fly on her own, to make it all the way to America would take a long time and a lot of energy, and that was without all of her belongings. So hear she was sat on an uncomfortable chair tapping her fingers waiting to board the plane.
Rosalind was forced back into her seat by the initial take-off but all she could do was smile and watch the earth fall away, the joy in her eyes was evident as the plane broke through the clouds.
"It looks like a sea of cotton wool."
"Haven't you ever flown this high before?"
"No. It always gets too cold and the air too thin before I can get this high."
"But I thought the cold never bothered you?"
"It doesn't but when your wings are numb and having difficulty breathing, only option is to turn back."
The plane ride fairly uneventful, some people did stare and a small child decided that Rosalind's tail would be fun to play with but their mum soon put a stop to that.
Once they had landed and collected her suitcases they went to find a taxi that could take them to the school. One thing that neither of them had expected was for her new school to look so much like a castle, it was huge, with grey stone walls big windows and acers of land dotted with trees and lakes.
Rosalind's cousin seeing her nerves return joked "looks a bit like Hogwarts, I guess power training is their answer to magic classes"
"Thanks for trying to calm my nerves but I'm probably not going to calm down for at least a week."
"So that's why it's so cold in hear, look don't worry I'll be staying for a few days to help you settle in. And your teachers can help you if you lose control, ok."
"Ok."