A silent figure leaped over the institute wall, keeping a mindful eye on the security beams that crossed over to discourage any common thief.
But this wasn't a common thief, not by far. In fact the silver headed thief was probably one of the most skilled in Bayville. Discounting of course her errant cajun cousin.
This thief wasn't here to steal objects but information. This was a mission she'd undertaken herself to learn more about those X-freaks spoken so 'fondly' of by her teamates.
Diamond was curious, the others had been in combat with these chaos preventing mutants whereas who knew when Daphine would have the chance for herself. Wearing a black trench coat and her hair bound back so that she didn't appear anything out of the ordinary, Diamond stealthily climbed into a tree to wait for the institute's students to return. She settled herself behind an obliging leafy branch and watched the main gates.
Slowly the quiet was broken by the high pitched squeals and growls of the younger students returning home.
"HEY, THAT'S MINE" Diamond winced as a raven haired young girl looked outraged at a mousy boy who had stolen apparently her drink and was touching it with a finger. Wisps of frosty air came off the drink as the girl looked ready to kill this young 'iceman'. She pointed at Bobby Drake (who it indeed was) and the offending can of soda became consumed with fire.
Amara smiled to herself as did Daphine. These young people had fire, some in the literate sense . It'd be good to face them.
Slowly after the younger X-men had walked in, the elder recruits followed.
Daphine recognised Rogue and Kitty from the shoe store, with them was the tall and impassive Scott. The lively and strict Jean. The joking and smiling non blue Kurt. There was one missing. Daphine thought to herself.
Ah yes, Remy had told her that one of the X-men had joined the sewer dwellers. One less to remember, one less face to recognise.
Suddenly, the one known as Nightcrawler looked up. Straight at Daphine. He tilted his head in puzzlement and then poked Scott next to him.
"Er Scott. Dere appears to be a fraulein in de tree" His heavily accented voice was slightly winging to Scott to believe him.
"What, Kurt there's no one there" Scott said, looking at the tree. Concentrating, the one known as Jean closed her eyes.
"And I cannot sense anyone either Kurt" She smiled reasurringly in that patronising smile and dragged Kurt inside.
Daphine breathed a sigh of relief. Then she jumped over the wall and ran home.