Spell walked into the room, looking around in mock amazement.
"Well, If you ain't just Mr. Fancy, 'eh, Charlie?"
Professer studied Spell, there was no physical sign of change, never was, but something had hurt his indestructible woman, a person who had been as close as a sister to both him and Eric Lennsherr. He was angry, although he had known this a long time ago, even before she had met Mr. Lebeau.
"It has been a while, Spell. Have you heard from Eric lately?"
With a laugh, she answered his query.
"Yeah. Maggie's been after your X-men though. Never thought I'd see the day, 'course, yaou two always did have a different version of peace."
Spell bent down to hug her old buddy, knowing he was concerned about her. "Don't worry Charlie, I survive." She whispered into his ear.
After a few more varied reintroduction's she stopped in front of Scott Summers.
"Well, Well! Hey pretty boy."
Suddenly the X-team's leader, Cyclops, found himself floating and spinning, before suddenly crashing headlong onto the floor.
After that little incedent, the Professer, in order to change the subject, said, "Now maybe you'd like to explain where you were last night. My mindscan picked you up, yet couldn't place you."
With another smoky, low chuckle, she jerked her thumb towards Logan, an impish grin on her beautiful face.
"Spent most of the night locked up in his room."
Seeing the look on everyones face, Rouge, Gambit, Logan, and Spell burst out laughing.
"Seem's like I'd better do some explaining before I get the man in big trouble."
Spell paused for a moment.
"Well, first I rode my 'cycle down here. I had just stashed itand was moving towards the mansion when out of nowhere he showed up. He looked pretty suspicious of me and I was in no mood to be fighting. Only time he really got me riled was when he grabbed my keys. He steered me back to the mansion, locked me in his room,which looked like mine after a couple of hours of sleep, and I'm guessing fell asleep against the door."
Wolverine grimaced at the comment made about his room,
"Sorry about the lack of a bed. And here are your key's back. I'm just wondering why you didn't tell me who you were."
Spell snatched the keys from his hand and smirked,
"I've slept on worse. I didn't tell you because you were in no mood to listen. You looked like a bear thatgot woke up from a winters sleep."
Logan thought it through and had to agree with her.
Then Spell looked around at all the students, then directed a question at them.
"Hey, if this is a school, what are all of ya'll doin in here?"
The teachers went off to teach their classes and the student's went to their respective classes. Soon it was only Spell and Charles in the now silent room.
"How are you, Spell? I mean,the truth."
"Fine. I'm used to thepain, it just hits hard every year about this time."
"Yeah, I remember, the whole deal with James. Does Brian still live with you?"
"Yeah, thinks he's like my father or something. You'd think at 192 years people would let me take care of myself."
Charles paused a moment, before posing a question that he should have asked while Remy was still in the room.
"I noticed some tension between you and Remy. If it is not to bold may I ask as to what the problem is?"
Spell smiled.
"I had a child with Remy 15 years ago. I guess he either thinks I am mad at him or thinks he's old."
The answer was spoken in a voice that left no room for questions.
"I loved him. I figure you want to know more than that you can just ask him."
Spell again changed the subject.
"Hey, Charlie, my room still ready?"
After affirming that her customized room was still free, Spell slid down the hall and looked around before extending a single adamantium blade and unlocking her door. Once inside Spell looked around. The scene was worse than in the Wolverine's room. The foam mattress was shredded. The once dark blue wallpaper was hanging off the wall. Her clothes littered the single chair and the floor of her bathroom. In her closet hung a few changes of clothes, most as worn as the ones now on her sleek frame. In short, the room was just the way she left it, right down to the beer can sitting on the metal vanity table. Spell hung her jacket on a rusted metal hanger from the closet, pulled another mattress of foam from the storage room to the right of her bed. Her home away from home.
She lay on the double mattress and fell into a dreamless sleep, thinking about the "stranger" named Logan.