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Wanda stared mesmerized by the small, white, plastic swans floating around in the blow-up pool, which now sat in the middle of her room. How her admirer had managed it without alerting her she didn't know, but he deserved kudos for it. To save paper he had written his words of love directly upon the pool's edge. A plastic baggie taped to the pool contained a ticket for The Nutcracker. True, the note had read, Swan Lake would have been more appropriate but since it's the holiday season the only theatrical productions were A Christmas Carol and all the ballets were The Nutcracker.

She had never been to the ballet before, and the thought that her admirer might hold the matching ticket to the seat next to her made her almost leap for joy…but the production was two days away, the 9th day of twelve. Which meant she had to wait. Patience not being one of her virtues, she sought the help of the pseudo-supernatural kind.

"C'mon, Jean."

"No, Wanda, I most certainly am not going to poke my psychic nose into other people's business simply because you're impatient."

"But, Jean, you know that if you were in my place you would."

"No, I wouldn't. Do you know how many emotional scars you've caused Jamie?"

"No…do you? Because if you do that would mean you poked your nose into his business."

Jean bristled at this. "As I told you, I don't do that. Wanda, you probably know who's doing this. If I was receiving gifts I'd automatically assume it was Scott."

"So, you're saying Scott's romantic?"

"Yes."

"Do you think he could be sending me these gifts?"

"NO!"

"How do you know? He could be. Maybe he's only bothering with you because he's waiting to make a move on me."

"Wanda, you need help," Jean stated.

"C'mon, Jean, just read his mind and find out."

"He's not attracted to you."

"He could be." Wanda looked about the lunchroom and set her sights on the bespectacled mutant. "Scott, come over here," she called. The X-Men leader was much obliging to do so.

"Hey, Wanda, are you going to school here now?"

"No, just business. Now, Scott, would you say, in your opinion, that I'm pretty?"

He glanced at Jean, "Sure."

"See? I told you," Wanda spat.

"That doesn't mean he'd consider dating you," Jean squawked.

"Wait," Scott told them, "Is this an end of the world scenario where Jean doesn't exist?"

"Sure," Wanda replied.

"Then…yeah, sure, why not?"

"Scott, you've just sold your soul down river," Jean huffed before storming off.

"What was that about?"

"Nothing," Wanda assured him. "She's just upset because I proved a point. Although now I doubt she'll read minds for me. Oh well, back to plan A. You don't like to go to the ballet, do you?"

"Not particularly."

"Thanks, you've been eliminated from my list. Good bye."