A/N: Okay, I know I should've waited for some reviews, but I don't have any PATIENCE. This idea is making my head hurt and I have to type it before I go insane! Wait. I think I already might be......... ::wanders off arguing with herself::

A/N2: Uh, the * asterisks mean he's talkin' in Gaelic.

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I arrived at the Xavier Institute for Gifted Children in mid-winter. I was used to cold, so the winter winds and freezing temperatures did not bother me. It did, however, seem to bother the others. By "others", I mean the ones who were already at the Institute. When I walked in the front door I was hit with a wall of heat. I took and involuntary step back out into the snow, before approaching the door again, this time prepared.


A boy named Scott had picked me up at the train station, and had attempted to involve me in conversation. I must admit my English at the time was only so-so, and I could understand some of the things he was saying. I tried my best to keep up. I believe he had sensed my predicament and slowed down, apologizing all the time. I waved it off, knowing it was honest mistake.


The Institute was a large mansion. I was overwhelmed when I first saw it. There was nothing quite like it at home. I was used to small country villages and medium sized towns. The closest building I could think of that was nearest in size to this was the old Court House, built a few hundred years ago. Its old stone steps were worn and weathered from the elements, and the steps of hundreds of criminals. The mansion, on the other hand, was rather new-looking and elegant.


If I perceived the outside as beautiful, then I was stunned by the inside. It's style and grace was amazing. *I have never seen such wonder!* I said, glancing around the main hall. The Professor, who I had met in Ireland, smiled. He knew Gaelic well, all versions of it. He had told me so.


"I thank you graciousness, Jeriko." He said, in English. I understood 'thank you', so I got his meaning. "Should I continue in English, or should I refer Gaelic?" He said it slowly, so I could understand.


"English. I need to... uh....." I searched for the right word.


"Improve?" A girl suggested. I nodded.


"Eadh, yes, improve me English." I said. I knew I probably sounded like a fool, or a little child, but I shrugged the embarrassment off. "Where be me room?"


"Where is your room." The Professor corrected. I repeated it and he answered. "It is upstairs, Jean will show you."


The girl who had spoken earlier smiled and motioned me to follow. I picked up my two suitcases and followed her up the wide staircase. There was a long hall, going off in two directions, one on my right and one on my left. I followed her down the left one to a room. She opened the door for me and allowed me to enter first. I glanced around at the large bedroom, before finally setting my suitcases on the bed. I glanced around again, looking for some place to set up my altar.


"Dinner is at six." Jean pointed to the six on her watch, to help me understand. "If you need anything, ask any of us." She left and I began to unpack.


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I finished well before six, around four-thirty. I decided to explore. I wasn't tired for I had napped first on the plane to New York City and then on the train to here. I showered and changed my clothes; the train had been rather on the hot side, and I had sweated as I napped.


I first walked up and down both halls, then went downstairs. I explored the west, or left, side of the mansion first. There I found a living room, a kitchen, and a dining room. On the right side, as I was looking at the decor, I ran into someone. He was a short man with snarl on his face.


"What where yer goin' kid." He growled. I muttered an apology, and he nodded. "Yer da new kid, right? Didn't catch yer name."


"Jeriko Yue Athayn of Etinaridh." I told him. (A/N: I made Etinaridh. I don't think it's even word.)


"Yer first name would do." His English was very hard to understand.


"Jeriko." I told him, after figuring out what he meant.


"Jeriko." He repeated. "My name's Logan, and I'll be one yer teachers here. That is, when I'm around. Whatcha lookin' fer?"


"I no understand." I said. He growled softly, but not in threating way.


"What are you looking for?" He pronounced each word slowly. I nodded, this time understand.


"Professor?" I asked.


"He ain't here right now. Out on business. Stormy's here though. Go down two doors and make a right." I must've looked very confused, for he sighed and muttered 'Follow me.' He showed me to a library, where the woman who had accompanied the Professor was. Logan left in a few muttered growls, leaving me there.


"Oh, hello Jeriko." Storm said, seeing me. "I see you have met Logan."


"Yes." For better or for worse, I wondered.


"He is bad tempered, so perhaps you should stay away from him." I understood 'bad' and 'stay away', so I knew that I now was going to avoid him if I could help it. "Also, I am going to teach you English."


"Teach me English. Good." I said. The sooner I learned it the better.


*I know a pretty good amount of Gaelic, so why don't you tell me about yourself?* She told me, in Gaelic of course. She was a little rough on the softer sounds, but no worse than some of the others my age back home. We sat down in two opposite facing chairs, and I began to tell her of Ireland.


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It was that night I awoke in hurry. I felt something magickal. I opened my window to the cold night air and cast out my senses, searching for whatever it was. I felt it again, briefly, but it disappeared before I could locate it. I looked up at the sky and saw a sliver of the waxing moon. I felt immediately comforted, and closed the window. But I could not sleep for the rest of the night.