Rogue and Bobby sat in the recreational room getting help on their English papers from their new teacher, Miss Kara Mitchell.  She paced in front of the two of them, asking questions that they should know.  "This isn't a hard question, you guys.  Just think really hard."

            "Can't you just give us the answers?"  Bobby asked.

            "If I did that, you wouldn't be learning it, now would you?"  She asked, her brown eyes sparkling with laughter.  She waited for a minute for them to answer, but she finally gave in.  "The Raven!"  She exclaimed.  "You know, Edgar Allan Poe?  Is any of this ringing a bell?"  Bobby and Rogue smiled at each other as they made her give them another answer.  "You know, the two of you know this, you just don't want to tell me."  Her gaze raised to rest on the face of the man she had seen in Xavier's office.

            "Oh, come on, don't you think they've learned enough for today?"  Rogue heard Logan ask.  She quickly turned around to see his face.  He smiled back, giving her a slight hug, careful not to touch any o her exposed skin.  It was dangerous for anyone to touch Rogue's bare skin.  She could absorb their life force and in the case of mutants, she could absorb their abilities for a short time.  "Hey, kid."  He said, playfully.

            "Hey."  She said back, her southern accent stronger than ever before.  Kara cleared her throat at the disruption.

"IF they don't learn this now, then they won't be ready for the test next week."  She hinted to her two students.  They both let out a loud groan.  "Oh, complain all you want."  She said, stuffing a few papers into her bag.  She let out a long sigh.  "All right, go.  But, don't say I didn't warn you."  The two students let out a cry of joy as they were finally relieved of the torture of learning anything else.  They left the room, leaving only Logan and Kara to stare at each other.  Logan furrowed his brow at her in a disapproving way.

"You know, there's something about you that isn't right."  He said, sucking on a lit cigar.  She just gave him a sly smile.  Before his eyes, Logan's cigar was reduced to ash.

            "Funny.  I was thinking the same about you."  She said, slinging her bag over her shoulder and leaving the rec. room.