Disclaimer: No characters (except Elizabeth) belong to me, they are the wonderous creation of Stan Lee and the Marvel Studios. So please don't sue me (HA! Like I have any money to sue for). --Jaz
A Note from Jaz—Elizabeth, my made-up character was originally made for X-men Evolution. Please excuse anythings that are not realistic—come on, it's a comic about mutants, who wants to be realistic?—Jaz
Elizabeth Howlett walked down the corridor early that Sunday morning, her long red dragon wings swishing delicatly behind her. She yawned, having gotten little sleep the past night, staying up in Logan's room, talking to him about Morph. Logan still missed him, in the deepest, darkest region of his heart, and thought of him every day, she knew. Last night had been another of those "God, I could have saved him, could have been there," nights, when her brother blamed himself for what had happened to his best friend.
Jean was up, Elizabeth knew—she could smell the pancakes from the steps that she was going down. She worked on brushing her long dyed-pink hair and putting it into a pony tail as she walked, hoping she could do two things at once. At the bottom of the steps, her hair was an ultimate mess—more so than usual, and she had lost her hair band. With a sigh, she let her hair fall down to its place on her shoulders and brushed it out slowly.
The red haired beauty looked up from the stove as Elizabeth entered. "Good morning," she said pleasently.
"Mornin'" Came the lazy Canadian reply.
Jean smiled. "Pancakes are on the stove…Professer Xavier wants to see you after breakfast."
Elizabeth nodded. "Yeah, alright. You know why?"
Flipping another pancake, Jean shook her head. "Sorry, he didn't say. Just hurry up."
She nodded. "Right." She put a few pancakes on her plate, added loads of syrup, and sat down at the large dining room table, eating quietly, waiting for the others.