Upstairs Rogue was sitting on her bed trying to make sense of what she had just seen and more significantly what she had just heard. She had never imagined that another mutant would have her powers and be able to control them, especially at such a young age. Wanda couldn't be but a year older than herself. This all seemed ridiculous. The only person she knew who could help her would be Professor Xavier. She got up and started running towards his office, trying her best to sort her thoughts as she did.
"Ah, I had a feeling I would be receiving a visit from you as soon as you got better acquainted with our new arrival," the professor smiled. "Please take a seat Rogue, catch your breath."
Rogue had just barged into his office, panting from her run. He had sat there ready for her, as if he knew she was coming. She really hated that she could never surprise him.
"Professor how long have you known that another mutant with my powers could control them?" Rogue asked after her breathing regulated.
"Please don't be upset with me," he answered. "I only just found out about what powers she has when Wanda arrived at the institute a day ago. But you should realize that she is unlike any of the students here. She has gained complete control of her powers and although she is barely older than you she has spent her time doing nothing else than mastering them. I was hoping that you might be able to learn from her, she has much that she could teach you."
Taken aback by his suggestion, she could only answer with a nod, even though she knew she would never be friends with that girl. Rogue had already seen Wanda try to wiggle her way into Bobby's line of sight and she knew that she had nothing that she wanted to learn from that girl, even if Wanda had already mastered her powers. In her mind Rogue set a goal vowing to work harder on controlling her own power. She was determined to touch Bobby in the best of ways before Wanda ever got the chance to again.