Adam sniffed the air and whined. Emma had made the deadly mistake of
spending the evening peacefully recuperating in the kitchen with a book.
Generally it was empty after dinner, the students either involved in
homework or less unpleasant, and nosier activities.
All except Kitty. And Kurt, who apparently couldn't be found anywhere. Unable to track down the furred mutant, Kitty pounced on the next person she saw.
"Emma, try a muffin?"
She looked at it warily while the girl smiled encouragingly. "What's in it?" She asked, not really wanting to know.
"Just normal stuff, like chocolate." She pushed the brownish lump towards Emma.
Leaning back from the muffin and trying not to breathe through her nose, the elder grasped for an excuse. She couldn't think of one and was forced to take the thing.
It was hard. Not hard like a cookie, but hard like a brick. Feeling Kitty's eyes bore into her; Emma held her breath and took a bite.
She tried her best to smile, but she feared that it wasn't very convincing. She chewed and swallowed as best she could, looking regretfully at her empty coffee cup. The muffin - and she used the term very loosely - lodged in her throat and she had nothing to wash it down with, or remove the taste. Emma felt as though she'd swallowed a foul-tasting piece of stone.
Looking at the thing, she decided that she might not be too far off the truth.
"So?"
"It's great. You know, Kurt should really try this. I'll just go and find him."
She nearly ran from the room.
**********
"Kurt?" Emma knocked on his door. He didn't answer, so she carefully opened it. It was a good idea to open all doors in this house carefully. Emma had already been blasted with ice several times, and nearly incinerated twice.
Kurt startled her by flipping down from his perch above the door. "Oh, good. I thought you were-"
He was silenced by Emma shoving the remained of the horrid bakery product into his mouth. She watched him reluctantly chew and swallow some to avoid choking. He spat out the rest, swearing in German.
"Hey." Emma pointed a finger at him, a wicked smile on her lips. "If I have to eat it, you have to eat it." She turned to leave, but stopped at the doorway. "And don't swear. Some of us do understand a little German."
**********
"Ah-hah!" Emma gleefully pulled the bottle of scotch from the drawer where Logan kept it. She took a swig from the half-full bottle and coughed, putting the lid back on. She hated scotch, but it was much better than Kitty's cooking. She put the bottle back in the drawer, replacing its covering of socks.
"Oh, here you are." Logan closed the door behind him and looked down at her canine shadow. "With Adam."
Emma frowned slightly, not recognizing the tone in his voice. "Yes, with Adam. He follows me everywhere."
Logan held out a brown paper wrapped package to her. "The professor wanted me to give this to you, he thinks you should try it out tonight." He sniffed and cocked his head as she approached to take the package. "I thought you hated scotch?"
Emma nodded. "But it's a lot better than Kitty's cooking."
Logan nodded understandingly as she sat down on the bed and unwrapped the package and held up the contents.
"This is great!" Emma hurriedly put on the new uniform. Up until now she'd worn a simple black uniform like the newer recruits, minus the gloves. The new uniform featured twin jagged lines - like bolts of electricity - on the back and front, coming from the shoulders and meeting at her waist in a vee. Instead of gloves, it had glovelets, which unlike normal gloves had no fingers. The reason why she couldn't wear gloves was because the amount of heat her power generated melted anything on her fingers. Long ago she'd given up wearing rings, as they either melted off or grew so hot that they burned her.
Emma had been curious to learn that this was not a side effect of one of the new recruit's - one Ray Crisp's - powers. He was also not afflicted with the dark patches of scorched skin, like Emma.
All except Kitty. And Kurt, who apparently couldn't be found anywhere. Unable to track down the furred mutant, Kitty pounced on the next person she saw.
"Emma, try a muffin?"
She looked at it warily while the girl smiled encouragingly. "What's in it?" She asked, not really wanting to know.
"Just normal stuff, like chocolate." She pushed the brownish lump towards Emma.
Leaning back from the muffin and trying not to breathe through her nose, the elder grasped for an excuse. She couldn't think of one and was forced to take the thing.
It was hard. Not hard like a cookie, but hard like a brick. Feeling Kitty's eyes bore into her; Emma held her breath and took a bite.
She tried her best to smile, but she feared that it wasn't very convincing. She chewed and swallowed as best she could, looking regretfully at her empty coffee cup. The muffin - and she used the term very loosely - lodged in her throat and she had nothing to wash it down with, or remove the taste. Emma felt as though she'd swallowed a foul-tasting piece of stone.
Looking at the thing, she decided that she might not be too far off the truth.
"So?"
"It's great. You know, Kurt should really try this. I'll just go and find him."
She nearly ran from the room.
**********
"Kurt?" Emma knocked on his door. He didn't answer, so she carefully opened it. It was a good idea to open all doors in this house carefully. Emma had already been blasted with ice several times, and nearly incinerated twice.
Kurt startled her by flipping down from his perch above the door. "Oh, good. I thought you were-"
He was silenced by Emma shoving the remained of the horrid bakery product into his mouth. She watched him reluctantly chew and swallow some to avoid choking. He spat out the rest, swearing in German.
"Hey." Emma pointed a finger at him, a wicked smile on her lips. "If I have to eat it, you have to eat it." She turned to leave, but stopped at the doorway. "And don't swear. Some of us do understand a little German."
**********
"Ah-hah!" Emma gleefully pulled the bottle of scotch from the drawer where Logan kept it. She took a swig from the half-full bottle and coughed, putting the lid back on. She hated scotch, but it was much better than Kitty's cooking. She put the bottle back in the drawer, replacing its covering of socks.
"Oh, here you are." Logan closed the door behind him and looked down at her canine shadow. "With Adam."
Emma frowned slightly, not recognizing the tone in his voice. "Yes, with Adam. He follows me everywhere."
Logan held out a brown paper wrapped package to her. "The professor wanted me to give this to you, he thinks you should try it out tonight." He sniffed and cocked his head as she approached to take the package. "I thought you hated scotch?"
Emma nodded. "But it's a lot better than Kitty's cooking."
Logan nodded understandingly as she sat down on the bed and unwrapped the package and held up the contents.
"This is great!" Emma hurriedly put on the new uniform. Up until now she'd worn a simple black uniform like the newer recruits, minus the gloves. The new uniform featured twin jagged lines - like bolts of electricity - on the back and front, coming from the shoulders and meeting at her waist in a vee. Instead of gloves, it had glovelets, which unlike normal gloves had no fingers. The reason why she couldn't wear gloves was because the amount of heat her power generated melted anything on her fingers. Long ago she'd given up wearing rings, as they either melted off or grew so hot that they burned her.
Emma had been curious to learn that this was not a side effect of one of the new recruit's - one Ray Crisp's - powers. He was also not afflicted with the dark patches of scorched skin, like Emma.