Chapter Eight
Silently Savanna poked her head out of her room and checked down the hall. Grinning to herself, she stealthily made her way down the hall and down the stairs to the kitchen. She was halfway there when she felt someone who wasn't there tap her on the shoulder. Savanna let out an almighty shriek, spinning around to see Thora, half hidden in the shadows, standing behind her.
"Jesus H. Murphy on a pogo stick with cheese!" Savanna yelled. "Don't DO that! Jesus! Are you TRYING to kill me?!"
"Sorry." Thora muttered sheepishly as Allesandre came tearing down the stairs, Alexis and the rest of the mansion not far behind.
"What's going on?" Logan demanded, pushing his way to the front of the group.
"Nothing. Thora just scared the crap outta me." Savanna explained, running a hand through her sleep-tangled hair.
Logan rolled his eyes. "Why doesn't that surprise me?" He muttered. "Alright, show's over kiddies. Back to bed, all of you."
"You sure got down here like your ass was on fire when I screamed." Savanna commented to Allesandre as they made their way into the kitchen, ignoring Logan's orders.
"I felt your panic." Allesandre stated simply.
"Any why would a preppy little rich girl like you give one shit about a girl like me."
"You're a team-mate. I look after my own, even if I don't like them, and trust me. I don't like you." Her part said, Allesandre spun on her heel and took off down the hall.
"The feeling's mutual sweet heart!" Savanna yelled after her.
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"Robert William Drake, I swear if you go anywhere near that pool I will make you think that you're a goldfish for the rest of your life." Jean warned as Bobby edged his way towards the pool.
Savanna grinned and sent a huge wave of water at Bobby. Allesandre smirked as she and Alexis sent the water back at Savanna with their telekinesis.
The black haired mutant sputtered and glared at the pair while everyone else laughed.
Thora laughed, watching the fun from the safety of her vantage point in the trees.
"Thora! Come join us!" Kurt yelled up to her, from the base of her tree.
"That would require getting wet and going in the sun." Thora replied, swinging her legs back and forth like a little girl. At 4'10" she very much looked the part.
"Come on! Don't make me teleport you into the pool!"
"I don't have a bathing suit." Thora argued with a 'ha-ha, I win' look on her face.
"Then come play football [1] with us!"
Before Kurt had a chance to blink Thora was at the foot of the tree, standing right in front of him. "Come on now, we have a football game waiting."
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Allesandre grinned at Thora as she pulled herself out of the pool. The story of the tiny German girl that Peter and Kitty had saved from a mob in NYC, jumping on Kurt when she had first met the furry blue mutant had made it around the mansion like wildfire. with the help of Remy and Jubilee of course. Personally, she thought it was cute. Thora, by the sound if it, had, had a hard last couple months.
Her power to control shadows had manifested the previous February while she had still been in Germany, living with her parents, older brother and older sister. Her mutation had scared both herself and her family. Finally she had fled her home after her sister had accidentally let it slip that Thora was a mutant to one of her friends at school.
The city had been scared, and they wanted to take it out on Thora, so the girl fled to the States, using her control over shadows to hide herself. When she got to the States she lived on the streets of NYC, doing anything to stay alive.
Shaking her head slightly, as if to expel the thoughts from her mind, and tying a towel around her waist, she made her way over to Bobby.
"Ciao." She greeted, sitting down next to the teen on his towel.
"You're going to burn." Bobby stated, looking at her bare shoulders.
"Says the boy who is as white as a fantasma [2]." She smirked.
"Fine." Bobby said with a fake pout. "Remind me never to look out for you again."
Allesandre rolled her eyes and grabbed the bottle of sunscreen from its spot on the towel. "Happy now?" She asked, smearing the sunscreen on her arms.
"Only if you let me put it on your back for you." Bobby said with a grin.
"Pervertito [3]." Allesandre muttered handing him the bottle, and turning her back on the teen.
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"I think they will do fine here Logan." Professor Xavier stated, looking out at his students.
"We have a group who have been through a great deal, but I have a feeling that they will come out as victors in their own personal battles."
"Are you planning on confronting Allesandre on what you told me about the other day, Charles?" Logan asked, coming to stand beside the Professor.
"I will leave it unless it becomes a problem again." Xavier stated simply. "However, I do need to contact Thora's family."
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"I believe the other students are in the rec-room Miss Beauvais." Hank stated to the tall blonde beside him. "At least that was where they were residing when I left, and they had a great many movies ready for viewing."
"If you would like to meet them, I don't mind taking you." He added.
"Oh! Merci Monsieur McCoy." The girl exclaimed. "I would very much like to meet them."
"EWWWW!!!" Amara, Jean, Kitty and Allesandre cried as one, staring in mute horror at the television screen as the rest of the students laughed.
"That's disgusting!" Kitty exclaimed. "How in the world do you think this is funny!?" She demanded of Kurt. "That poor man is holding his organs in his body with his HANDS!"
"It's not real and it's not us Katzchen." Kurt replied simply. "That's what makes it funny."
"That and the fact that we're all warped." Jubilee added.
"Watching Saving Private Ryan, are you?" Hank asked, stepping into the room with a tall blonde. "Very good cinematic feature."
"It is disgusting." Allesandre said wrinkling her nose.
"If you could pull your attention away from the screen for a moment, I'd like to introduce Justine Beauvais. I just returned from retrieving her from the airport."
"Bonjour." Justine greeted.
Remy perked at that. "Tu parles Francais? [4]"
"Oui!" Justine said happily.
"Justine is from France." Hank supplied helpfully.
"Je parle francais aussi. [5]" Laura said almost lazily.
Everyone turned to look at her with shocked expressions. "What?" She asked. "It's mandatory for students in Ontario to take French in grades 4 to 8 and we have to have two language credits in high school." She informed.
"Riiiight." Savanna drawled. "Come watch with us Justine, we'll take your stuff up later. You too Mr. McCoy."
"I regret I must decline Miss Crooks." That said Hank literally bowed himself out of the room. Justine, however, grinned and planted herself between Sam and Savanna.
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"I'm sorry I'm late." The Professor apologized to the group as he rolled into the library. "The reason I called you all here is because I am going to split you into teams." He explained immediately. "I am doing this because it will be easier for both yourselves." He motioned to the group of his youngest students. "As well as your instructors."
"So what are the teams?" Thora asked.
"As they stand right now, team one will consist of Savanna, Allesandre, Mark, and Thora. Team two will be Alexis, Justine, Laura, Nikolai, and a student who has not yet arrived."
"I don't work well with Allesandre." Savanna stated bluntly.
"Then I hope you learn, for I am not changing the teams."
"But Professor...!"
"The subject is closed Savanna. You two WILL learn how to work together."
[1] European football, not American
[2] Ghost
[3] Pervert
[4] You speak French?
[5] I speak French too.
R/R
Silently Savanna poked her head out of her room and checked down the hall. Grinning to herself, she stealthily made her way down the hall and down the stairs to the kitchen. She was halfway there when she felt someone who wasn't there tap her on the shoulder. Savanna let out an almighty shriek, spinning around to see Thora, half hidden in the shadows, standing behind her.
"Jesus H. Murphy on a pogo stick with cheese!" Savanna yelled. "Don't DO that! Jesus! Are you TRYING to kill me?!"
"Sorry." Thora muttered sheepishly as Allesandre came tearing down the stairs, Alexis and the rest of the mansion not far behind.
"What's going on?" Logan demanded, pushing his way to the front of the group.
"Nothing. Thora just scared the crap outta me." Savanna explained, running a hand through her sleep-tangled hair.
Logan rolled his eyes. "Why doesn't that surprise me?" He muttered. "Alright, show's over kiddies. Back to bed, all of you."
"You sure got down here like your ass was on fire when I screamed." Savanna commented to Allesandre as they made their way into the kitchen, ignoring Logan's orders.
"I felt your panic." Allesandre stated simply.
"Any why would a preppy little rich girl like you give one shit about a girl like me."
"You're a team-mate. I look after my own, even if I don't like them, and trust me. I don't like you." Her part said, Allesandre spun on her heel and took off down the hall.
"The feeling's mutual sweet heart!" Savanna yelled after her.
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~*~
"Robert William Drake, I swear if you go anywhere near that pool I will make you think that you're a goldfish for the rest of your life." Jean warned as Bobby edged his way towards the pool.
Savanna grinned and sent a huge wave of water at Bobby. Allesandre smirked as she and Alexis sent the water back at Savanna with their telekinesis.
The black haired mutant sputtered and glared at the pair while everyone else laughed.
Thora laughed, watching the fun from the safety of her vantage point in the trees.
"Thora! Come join us!" Kurt yelled up to her, from the base of her tree.
"That would require getting wet and going in the sun." Thora replied, swinging her legs back and forth like a little girl. At 4'10" she very much looked the part.
"Come on! Don't make me teleport you into the pool!"
"I don't have a bathing suit." Thora argued with a 'ha-ha, I win' look on her face.
"Then come play football [1] with us!"
Before Kurt had a chance to blink Thora was at the foot of the tree, standing right in front of him. "Come on now, we have a football game waiting."
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~
~*~
Allesandre grinned at Thora as she pulled herself out of the pool. The story of the tiny German girl that Peter and Kitty had saved from a mob in NYC, jumping on Kurt when she had first met the furry blue mutant had made it around the mansion like wildfire. with the help of Remy and Jubilee of course. Personally, she thought it was cute. Thora, by the sound if it, had, had a hard last couple months.
Her power to control shadows had manifested the previous February while she had still been in Germany, living with her parents, older brother and older sister. Her mutation had scared both herself and her family. Finally she had fled her home after her sister had accidentally let it slip that Thora was a mutant to one of her friends at school.
The city had been scared, and they wanted to take it out on Thora, so the girl fled to the States, using her control over shadows to hide herself. When she got to the States she lived on the streets of NYC, doing anything to stay alive.
Shaking her head slightly, as if to expel the thoughts from her mind, and tying a towel around her waist, she made her way over to Bobby.
"Ciao." She greeted, sitting down next to the teen on his towel.
"You're going to burn." Bobby stated, looking at her bare shoulders.
"Says the boy who is as white as a fantasma [2]." She smirked.
"Fine." Bobby said with a fake pout. "Remind me never to look out for you again."
Allesandre rolled her eyes and grabbed the bottle of sunscreen from its spot on the towel. "Happy now?" She asked, smearing the sunscreen on her arms.
"Only if you let me put it on your back for you." Bobby said with a grin.
"Pervertito [3]." Allesandre muttered handing him the bottle, and turning her back on the teen.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~
~*~
"I think they will do fine here Logan." Professor Xavier stated, looking out at his students.
"We have a group who have been through a great deal, but I have a feeling that they will come out as victors in their own personal battles."
"Are you planning on confronting Allesandre on what you told me about the other day, Charles?" Logan asked, coming to stand beside the Professor.
"I will leave it unless it becomes a problem again." Xavier stated simply. "However, I do need to contact Thora's family."
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~*~
"I believe the other students are in the rec-room Miss Beauvais." Hank stated to the tall blonde beside him. "At least that was where they were residing when I left, and they had a great many movies ready for viewing."
"If you would like to meet them, I don't mind taking you." He added.
"Oh! Merci Monsieur McCoy." The girl exclaimed. "I would very much like to meet them."
"EWWWW!!!" Amara, Jean, Kitty and Allesandre cried as one, staring in mute horror at the television screen as the rest of the students laughed.
"That's disgusting!" Kitty exclaimed. "How in the world do you think this is funny!?" She demanded of Kurt. "That poor man is holding his organs in his body with his HANDS!"
"It's not real and it's not us Katzchen." Kurt replied simply. "That's what makes it funny."
"That and the fact that we're all warped." Jubilee added.
"Watching Saving Private Ryan, are you?" Hank asked, stepping into the room with a tall blonde. "Very good cinematic feature."
"It is disgusting." Allesandre said wrinkling her nose.
"If you could pull your attention away from the screen for a moment, I'd like to introduce Justine Beauvais. I just returned from retrieving her from the airport."
"Bonjour." Justine greeted.
Remy perked at that. "Tu parles Francais? [4]"
"Oui!" Justine said happily.
"Justine is from France." Hank supplied helpfully.
"Je parle francais aussi. [5]" Laura said almost lazily.
Everyone turned to look at her with shocked expressions. "What?" She asked. "It's mandatory for students in Ontario to take French in grades 4 to 8 and we have to have two language credits in high school." She informed.
"Riiiight." Savanna drawled. "Come watch with us Justine, we'll take your stuff up later. You too Mr. McCoy."
"I regret I must decline Miss Crooks." That said Hank literally bowed himself out of the room. Justine, however, grinned and planted herself between Sam and Savanna.
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~*~
"I'm sorry I'm late." The Professor apologized to the group as he rolled into the library. "The reason I called you all here is because I am going to split you into teams." He explained immediately. "I am doing this because it will be easier for both yourselves." He motioned to the group of his youngest students. "As well as your instructors."
"So what are the teams?" Thora asked.
"As they stand right now, team one will consist of Savanna, Allesandre, Mark, and Thora. Team two will be Alexis, Justine, Laura, Nikolai, and a student who has not yet arrived."
"I don't work well with Allesandre." Savanna stated bluntly.
"Then I hope you learn, for I am not changing the teams."
"But Professor...!"
"The subject is closed Savanna. You two WILL learn how to work together."
[1] European football, not American
[2] Ghost
[3] Pervert
[4] You speak French?
[5] I speak French too.
R/R