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Chapter Five-"In the Swing of Things"
The next morning Regina awoke, totally set to completely erase the memory of the dream, and the memory the dream came from. She didn't have to change, seeing as she had no clothes, so she headed to the room that Kurt had shown her where they ate breakfast. Sort of a common room almost. When she arrived there, getting lost only once!, she was surprised to see only one other person there. She had come down a little later than she had planned, having had a hard time getting back to sleep after that nightmare, and thought that more of her peers would be in there. However only Professor McCoy was there, seated at the table reading the newspaper. He looked up as she walked in.
"You're up early," he said, slightly surprised.
"I thought everyone else would be here already," she admitted, slightly confused.
"Very few people here wake up this early on a Saturday," Professor McCoy answered, peering at the new student over his newspaper. Regina blinked. Saturday? Oh cripes, it's Saturday! She thought, inwardly smacking herself on the head. "Well, uh, I'm just an early riser, I guess!" she said lightly, trying to cover her blunder. Professor McCoy smiled and went back to his newspaper, saying, "Since you and I are the only ones up, you have full reign of the kitchen! Make whatever you like."
"I've never been much of a cook," she replied, "Simple milk and cereal will do just fine." Professor McCoy directed her to all the equipment necessary for making a bowl of cereal, and she sat down with it when she was done.
"Any particular section you like to read?" Professor McCoy asked her, indicating the newspaper.
"Sports, if you're not reading it," she answered. He wasn't so he handed it to her and the two sat in friendly silence, reading the paper, until someone came in.
Regina, finishing her cereal, pushed her bowl away, and peeked around her section of the newspaper to see who had come in. Upon seeing she immediately went back behind the paper; Logan had entered the room. Her eyes widened in the fear that always took her for some reason when she saw him. She tried to take control of herself, convincing herself it was just a dream, there was nothing wrong with Logan…right?
"'Morning, Hank," he greeted Professor McCoy. He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down heavily at the table. Regina peered over at him as he shuffled through the newspaper.
"Where's the sports section?" he asked Professor McCoy. He looked over at Regina as she rustled the paper slightly and sank down in her seat.
"Oh. I guess I'll take this then," he said, pulling another section out of the paper.
So the three sat together, hardly acknowledging the others' presences, fully absorbed in his or her own reading material. It passed very pleasantly that way too. Scott, in his PJs, came down for breakfast first, hardly getting more than a few incoherent mumbles of greeting to his, "good morning" from the three at the table. Shaking his head at them slightly he decided to take his toast upstairs.
Everyone eventually came, one at a time for the most part, to get their breakfast, but the three mutants at the table couldn't have told you so, for all the attention they were paying. Regina was the first to finish, and after she returned the folded newspaper section to the pile she stood and went to explore the mansion some more. Now that it was Saturday, she had much more time to adjust than she thought, which was nice.