Elen sila lumenn omentielvo! A star shines on the hour of our greeting. Elvish, ja? Back in the LOTR mode. Must prepare for the movie. Anyway, as usual, thanks thanks to all my wonderful reviewers: Raliena, Belladonna, todd fan, The-Oddish, me, Red Witch (Harry doesn't get expelled, though I wouldn't mind), Katz R, Cammy, Neva (true, Dumbledore is in a class of his own), Eternity and Ms Puar (you know, I forgot about poor Neville!).

Chapter 3 isn't really very funny, more of a connecting chapter I guess. Well, hope you enjoy it anyway.

Disclaimer: X-Men Evo belongs to Marvel, Harry Potter to JK Rowling, Kit Kat to er...whoever owns Kit Kat, and I hope the song lyrics don't really belong to any song.

**Chapter 3 - Meeting the Mob**

A weird gurgling sound escaped Logan's lips, and the X-Men looked on in concern as his eyes darted frantically towards the kitchen for some reason or other.

"Alright," Scott began calmly. "Who's going to open the door?"

"Not me."

"Na-uh."

"No way.

"Forget it."

"What?" Rogue asked, feeling everyone's eyes on her.

"Please, Rogue?" Scott asked, turning on puppy-dog eyes, an amazing feat considering his shades. "You know the Brotherhood best. They'll be glad that your er...warm, friendly face is the first thing to welcome them into the Institute."

Rogue gave him a look that would have shrivelled up pickles.

"She declines," Scott announced to nobody in particular.

The doorbell began to ring with a merry insistency; it sounded very much like it was tapping out the rhythm of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. But then, that was the same tune for Baa Baa Black Sheep and the ABC rhyme...

"HELLO? IS ANYONE HOME?" Someone bellowed from outside the door.

"Logan!" Scott said.

"Gwahuh?" he said, startled. He reluctantly drew his eyes away from the kitchen to see Scott facing him, a determined look on his face.

"You are the director! It is your duty to welcome the actors."

Logan looked like he had just been told to abstain from beer for life. Hey wait, that gave him an idea... "Alright. Just give me a minute," Logan said, stalking off towards the kitchen.

Meanwhile someone outside had begun singing. "Oh I'm so loooonely! So looooooonely outside your doooooooooooor."

Kitty winced. "Is that their idea of singing? It doesn't even rhyme!"

"La la la la hor hor hor."

"Okay, I take that back," Kitty said, rolling her eyes.

At that moment Logan returned, triumphant with beer can in hand.

He marched out of the living room and down the hall to the door, where he threw the door open and was faced with the full-frontal assault of Pietro attempting a soprano.

Strength, strength! He thought, clutching his beer can compulsively.

"Oh, is that for me? Thanks!" With one deft move, Pietro seized the can, opened it, drank it down in one gulp, and wisely retreated to the back of the group, leaving Lance to deal with the fireworks.

Logan's fingers clasped the thin air where his beer can used to be, wondering whether he should burst into anger or tears.

Lance stared at Logan uncomfortably. He had never dealt with a raging, homicidal warrior before, and a crybaby raging, homicidal warrior was not a good prospect.

Thankfully, Logan recovered quickly ("there's still three more beer cans in the fridge!") and welcomed them in as civilly as he could. Or, to quote the actual specimen, "In. Now."

Logan strode into the living room, tailed by Lance, Todd, Fred, and finally Pietro, who had the sense to stay at the back and far, far away from certain booze-addicts with retractable claws.

The Brotherhood stood awkwardly just inside the living room, shuffling their feet, twiddling their hands, and looking generally uncomfortable. The X-Men stared at them stonily in response, none of them quite willing to speak first.

Logan, however, didn't seem to notice the tension as he tramped off to the kitchen and emerged with yet another beer can.

"More beer?" Jean asked in some revulsion, though she was glad for an excuse to break the silence. "Really, two in one day is just not good for you."

"I haven't even had one," Logan said sinisterly, giving Pietro a very, very meaningful look, i.e. touch this can and you'll never see the light of day again except through the little tunnels the worms I'll send to eat your rotting flesh make. Pietro made a funny squeaking noise and dodged behind Fred, hiding the incriminating now-empty beer can behind his back.

Logan opened his can and began drinking in noisy gulps, ignoring the deathly silence that had lain over everyone else in the room.

"Logan!" Scott hissed, indicating the brotherhood with a nod of his head.

"Huh? Oh," Logan said, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. Kitty and Jean grimaced.

"Right. That's Lance, Todd, Fred, and..." he paused significantly, before adding venomously, "Pee-eh-troll."

Then he took another swig of his beer, while Pietro seethed at the pronunciation of his name.

"Erm, Logan?" Scott repeated manfully.

"What!?" Logan spat out, looking peeved at being yet again interrupted from his mini booze-fest.

Scott stared meaningfully at Logan.

"No, I can't read your mind," he snapped. "I'm going to the kitchen to finish my drink in peace." With that he strode off towards the kitchen and disappeared inside, swinging the door shut. Slurping sounds drifted faintly from within.

"I can read your mind," someone said irritably.

Everyone turned and stared at Jean, still sprawled on the floor. "What! I didn't say anything," Jean pouted. "I don't flaunt my ability."

"I did."

Everyone turned and stared at Lance in amazement.

"You can read minds?" Jean asked in astonishment, looking petulant her powers were becoming increasingly commonplace.

"Dude, why didn't you tell us?" Pietro exclaimed.

"I meant it figuratively," Logan said crossly. "See here, Summers, we don't want to be here as much as you do, so can we just skip the civility and get this over with?"

Scott looked equally grumpy. "I would, but our acclaimed director is currently having an early happy hour."

"I am not!" Logan said, coming out from the kitchen. "It was just a well-deserved break."

"What about a Kit Kat instead?" Lance suggested sourly.

Logan gave him the Evil Eye. "A: not enough caffeine. B: Kit Kat is so passé."

Someone snorted, and Logan glared at the group of grouchy teens.

"Well, then. I think its time we began our first rehearsal."

~tbc~

So thats chapter 3 for you. I promise you, the next chapter is going to be alot more interesting. Probably more OOC too. :)

Next Chapter: Todd gets artistic, Dumbledore uses slang (ooh), Prof X eavesdrops, Kurt really, really needs therapy, and Pietro does a bad thing. Tsk.

Did I mention that this story will have a variety of text forms? There'll be third person omniscient (like now), script format, diaries, and maybe a few more I haven't quite decided. The next chapter is in script format.

Also, I might be changing my name because I went online and saw the person whose name I stole without consent and I felt so guilty.

Namarie! Farewell!

& fLiTwIcKe