"S'mores? You're making s'mores?" Logan asks in disbelief. I simply nod as
a smirk slowly stretches across my face. "The only way to make good s'mores
is over an open flame."
I raise an eyebrow at him. "I happen to have something better." I rub my hands together and several marshmallows float into the air. "I didn't do that either."
Jean and Rogue walk into the kitchen. "That's because it did," Jean smiles.
"What are ya all doin'?" Rogue asks sitting in the chair next to me. "It's in the middle of the night."
"Making s'mores. I remember reading about them in some book. They always sounded kind of good."
Jean smiles at me. "I'll hold them up so the table doesn't receive any burn marks."
I hold my hands under the white puffs. A small fire roars to life in my hands. The fire quickly roasts the marshmallows to a golden brown. Jean floats them out of the fire in my hands to the waiting chocolate and graham crackers that the others had prepared. She then floats the rest into my hands.
* * *
"Those were so good," I exclaim rubbing my aching stomach.
"Ah can't believe ya ate ten of 'em. Most people Ah know would have only been able ta eat five at the most," Rogue laughs her last statement referring to the others.
"I would have eaten more if I had the power to digest at superhuman speed," I reply taking a sip of my water. All of us were sitting around the kitchen table. Rogue is on my left, Jean next to her, then Xavier and finally Logan on my right. I let a small yawn escape and it travels around the room.
"Everyone should think about going to bed," Xavier suggests rolling away from the table, "some of us have classes to teach and others to attend."
"But I don't know what classes I'm taking, Professor," I point out to him.
"I think I can figure out what classes you would like," he assures me.
"How, I don't even know what subjects I'd like?"
The corners of Xavier's mouth curve into a small smile, "I looked into your mind while you were sleeping. It was a very interesting experience, might I add."
"That was you? Um." My brow furrows in confusion. "Who was the other one?" Everybody looks at me in puzzlement so I continue. "I could feel somebody 'reading' my memories and then another somebody twisting them around or even taking them. Though it could have all been a dream, my imagination has always been very energetic as far as I can remember." I shrug off the thought as I do the same with Jean robe and hand it to her. "Thanks for letting me barrow it, Dr. Grey."
"You can keep it until we go buy clothes for you," she says pushing the robe back into my hands. "Sleep well." She turns and walks out of the kitchen to return to her bedroom.
Minutes later Xavier decides to leave also. "Good night girls, Logan. Rogue, will you show her to your room?"
"Sure," she answers. "'Night, Logan."
"Good night," I echo following Rogue.
"See ya in the morning girls," he replies as we exit behind the professor. When he thinks we are out of earshot, I hear him sigh out loud something along the lines of "I'm in trouble."
I raise an eyebrow at him. "I happen to have something better." I rub my hands together and several marshmallows float into the air. "I didn't do that either."
Jean and Rogue walk into the kitchen. "That's because it did," Jean smiles.
"What are ya all doin'?" Rogue asks sitting in the chair next to me. "It's in the middle of the night."
"Making s'mores. I remember reading about them in some book. They always sounded kind of good."
Jean smiles at me. "I'll hold them up so the table doesn't receive any burn marks."
I hold my hands under the white puffs. A small fire roars to life in my hands. The fire quickly roasts the marshmallows to a golden brown. Jean floats them out of the fire in my hands to the waiting chocolate and graham crackers that the others had prepared. She then floats the rest into my hands.
* * *
"Those were so good," I exclaim rubbing my aching stomach.
"Ah can't believe ya ate ten of 'em. Most people Ah know would have only been able ta eat five at the most," Rogue laughs her last statement referring to the others.
"I would have eaten more if I had the power to digest at superhuman speed," I reply taking a sip of my water. All of us were sitting around the kitchen table. Rogue is on my left, Jean next to her, then Xavier and finally Logan on my right. I let a small yawn escape and it travels around the room.
"Everyone should think about going to bed," Xavier suggests rolling away from the table, "some of us have classes to teach and others to attend."
"But I don't know what classes I'm taking, Professor," I point out to him.
"I think I can figure out what classes you would like," he assures me.
"How, I don't even know what subjects I'd like?"
The corners of Xavier's mouth curve into a small smile, "I looked into your mind while you were sleeping. It was a very interesting experience, might I add."
"That was you? Um." My brow furrows in confusion. "Who was the other one?" Everybody looks at me in puzzlement so I continue. "I could feel somebody 'reading' my memories and then another somebody twisting them around or even taking them. Though it could have all been a dream, my imagination has always been very energetic as far as I can remember." I shrug off the thought as I do the same with Jean robe and hand it to her. "Thanks for letting me barrow it, Dr. Grey."
"You can keep it until we go buy clothes for you," she says pushing the robe back into my hands. "Sleep well." She turns and walks out of the kitchen to return to her bedroom.
Minutes later Xavier decides to leave also. "Good night girls, Logan. Rogue, will you show her to your room?"
"Sure," she answers. "'Night, Logan."
"Good night," I echo following Rogue.
"See ya in the morning girls," he replies as we exit behind the professor. When he thinks we are out of earshot, I hear him sigh out loud something along the lines of "I'm in trouble."