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Chapter Five
"Where did you get this?" Rory demanded snatching the feather from Peter's hand.
"In- In the hall. Why?" He asked raising an eyebrow.
Rory looked at them all before ripping of the apron that was around her waist and running through the mansion. She took the stairs two at a time and ran down the hallway of bedrooms glancing in each door.
"You can have one of the rooms upstairs." She turned at Storms voice.
"Thank-you," Was the reply. Rory nearly passed out when she heard the voice. They were in the entrance hall.
Rory took a run at the banister that hung out over the entrance way and almost jumped it but stopped last minute. She was after all wearing a skirt maybe that wasn't the best idea. She turned and ran down the stairs instead.
When she hit the first landing she saw him. He was standing beside Storm. He looked at her and then looked away only to take a double take.
"WARREN!" She squealed. Rory dashed down the other stairs. She ran across the entrance hall and threw her arms around his neck, throwing her 5'7" frame against his chest. He took a few steps back at the impact.
Rory suddenly realized what she was doing. She had known him for an overall of around an hour and here she was hugging him in the middle of the school. She let go and took a few steps back. He was staring at her like she was crazy but there was defiantly recognition there.
"Hi," He said quietly.
"Oh, well I am glad to see you know someone, that will make the adjustment easier," Storm stuttered a little shocked at Rory's reaction herself.
Rory glanced at the leather bag at Warren's feet. "Are you moving in here?" She asked brightly.
"Uh, yes," He said not really holding her gaze. He was really shy, Rory could get that out of him soon enough…although she didn't really want to.
"That's great," She said smiling brightly at him.
"Well, Rory since you seem to know Warren, why don't you show him to the room on the third floor that one that is empty in the left wing," Rory nodded brightly.
The "Left Wing" was where all the older male residents stayed, among others Peter, and Bobby stayed there. On the other side of the hall-like story, the girls stayed but every one was usually hanging out in the common room in the middle of the floor. And even though Warren wasn't actually going to be a student Rory was glad he was staying there instead of with the teachers on the first floor.
"Yeah, I would love to," She smiled at him again. "Come on I will show you your new room." Warren nodded and picked up his bag he had dropped when Rory had hugged him.
He was a few steps behind Rory on the stairs until she stopped and waited for him to be on equal footing with her. She smiled at him as they continued up the stairs.
"Sorry about the hug by the way," She said quietly. "I do a lot of things without thinking them through."
"It all right really," He said quietly following her up the next flight of stairs.
"So…" Rory started after they had fallen into an uncomfortable silence, "How did you get here,"
"I flew," He said quietly.
Rory nodded and then it hit her, "Oh of course, ha like you would have gotten here any other way,"
He looked at her, "Oh not on these," He said pointing with his thumb over his shoulder. He actually laughed, "Are you kidding? I would have been hit by a plane."
Rory looked at him, "Right….never though of that." She said blushing slightly.
"I have a private plane," She raised her eyebrows. He shrugged, "Well, my dad does." She nodded understanding.
When they reached the third floor they stopped. "This is us." She said turning to the left. Warren followed her. "This is where all of the older…" She was going to say kids but didn't think that would endear Warren to the floor, "People stay. That is Peter Rasputin's room and that is Bobby Drake's." She pointed out the specific rooms, "They are really nice guys,"
Warren nodded before they stopped outside a room that was furnished but clearly not lived in, "And this is your room," Rory said brightly. He nodded and stepped into it. He put his bag down and looked around. Rory found her self leaning on the doorframe, watching him. He shrugged off his jacket and laid it on the bed. He turned obviously feeling her eyes on him.
His shirt was ripped where his wings protruded. "Where do you stay?" He asked. Rory was slightly taken aback by the question, "Out of curiosity." He added hastily.
"'Course, down the hall," She nodded and they fell into silence again. "If you don't want to unpack right now, I can introduce you to some of my friends," He looked at her.
"Sure," He answered not knowing what else to say.
"Come on," Rory took off down the hall and Warren followed her, hands in his pockets. "I was in the kitchen when you arrived." He nodded. "Do you like cookies?" She asked.
"Uh…I suppose,"
She smiled, "Good because I just made a horrendous amount." He nodded.
They both walked into the smoke clouded kitchen. "What the hell did you guys do!" Rory said choking on the smoke. Warren put his wrist over his mouth coughing as well.
"I am so sorry Rory, but you just left the last batch and we figured we could finish it!" Jubilee's voice came through the thick grey smoke.
"Well get them out of the oven!" Rory yelled stumbling into the smoky kitchen, Warren close behind her.
"It's too hot," Artie said.
"Hello!" There was no response, "Peter!"
"Oh right," She could hear Peter say, there was a strange metallic sound and soon the smoking cookies were out of the kitchen and on the porch outside the group walked out of the kitchen staring at the cookie sheet with the strangely shaped black chunks.
"Good job," Rory said looking at her friend; Jubilee shrugged and looked over Rory's shoulder at Warren.
"Who's he?" She asked.
"Oh sorry Warren, This is my friend Jubilee Lee, This is Peter Rasputin and this is Artie," She said pointing out each as she said there names. Warren nodded at each. "Guys this is Warren Worthington the 3rd."
"Hi," Was Peter's gruff response, he shook Warren's hand. "Nice wings he said causally." Peter could see over Warren's shoulder, with his 6'8" frame, even though Warren's wings were closed tightly to his back.
"Uh, thanks," Warren said quietly.
"You're the guy-
Jubilee stopped talking when she saw Rory shaking her head vigorously behind Warren, Jubilee and almost all the students had seen the news announcement this morning about how the cure was effecting different mutants and there had been a clear picture of Warren on the segment jumping out the window. "Who just arrived nice to meet you," She shook Warren's hand, recovering just in time.
"Oww," He said after getting a shock.
"Oh, sorry, that is my bad hand." Jubilee said blushing.
"It's okay," Warren said rubbing his hand.
They all looked at Artie who was balancing on the balls of his feet. "Don't you have class?" Peter asked.
"Oh right," Artie ran off the deck and back into the mansion.
"Welcome to Mutant High," Peter said sauntering back into the house.
"Where are you going?" Jubilee asked after him.
"X training,"
"Oh," Jubilee nodded and looked at Warren and Rory, "Oh crap I have physics!" She ran back into the mansion leaving Rory and Warren outside.
Rory smiled at Warren, "So how you enjoying it so far?"
Warren looked out over the extensive gardens. "It's nice …your friends seem nice,"
Rory shrugged, "That's only because you don't know them," He looked at her, "Just kidding," He nodded and looked out over the garden again.
Rory smiled in spite of her self. She was going to enjoy having him here.
