Though all of them had climbed up the stairs of the Academy (the Professor having taken the elevator), only Jean and Athena went to the bathroom at first. Athena was always a bit cautious about living in a new place and finding her way around things, she was delighted at the openness in design of the Academy.

As Athena carefully found the bathroom that was normally used by the X-men, who, in general, also were the faculty at the Academy, she let Jean sit on a stool near the medicine cabinet and mirror. Leaving the door open halfway, she carefully rummaged through the cabinet before finding that there was not a single pain reliever to be found-- not one for a headache such as Jean had, anyway. Sighing, Athena turned to Jean and said, "Sorry, Jean, but it looks like I'll have to make you a painkiller. Don't worry-- I've done it before. But do you mind if I get dressed first? I'm beginning to feel more than just a little cold." Jean smiled, saying as she held her head, "That's just fine. It's quiet here, so there'll be no chance for my headache to get any worse."

Athena smiled back at Jean, and started to open up the smaller of her two bags. Both were black, but the bag, which held her clothes, was sleek and compact, unlike the other bag, which was long and bulky. Carefully sliding the other bag off to the side, Athena pulled out a set of underwear, and a simple t-shirt with some sweatpants. As she set aside these simple clothes, Athena kicked aside her first bag, and slowly started to take off the medical blankets that had covered her body, along with the leather jacket that Logan had given her.

When Athena finishes adjusting her clothes, she slides her two most precious necklaces under her shirt, so that they remain unseen, and takes a comb from her bag, starting to comb her hair. She struggles a bit, as her hair has gotten tangled and damaged after a long journey. However, when the young girl finally finishes, the luminous color of her hair is revealed-- long black tresses with stunning burgundy highlights.

"I like your hair," Jean says, wishing she could have had hair like Athena's when she was her age. It was so long, and almost touched the middle of the young girl's back. "Oh, thanks. I grew it out when I was younger, and just liked this length. I got the highlights when I turned 17. They're a kind of rite of passage, where I come from, and different colors in your hair mean different things. It's not . . . real, of course, but the color I got means that I'm a born hunter. Lupin said I should get it because of how relentlessly I've been working to achieve my dreams." Athena smiled, a part of her proud of what she truly was-- and another part hating that she had to keep it a secret from everyone at the Academy, except the Professor, of course. She knew she had to though; what Athena was was commonly hated and feared in the folklore of humans, and often a killer. How could she convince these people that she wasn't a beast without hiding it like this? Athena sighed for a bit, hating the necessary for a split-second, and then crouching down to go through the other black bag that had come with her clothes.

An unexpected knock came at the door, and the doorway slowly creaked open to reveal a rather happy Logan. Looking first to Athena, he felt relieved when he saw that she was finally wearing clothes. He didn't how he would feel if the young girl had continued to walk about almost naked-- he blushed for a minute, but then spoke in a jovial and friendly tone, "Hey, Athena. You feelin' better?"

Athena smiled back, looking up at Logan as she removed several bottles and potions from her bag. "Yes, thanks to you. If you'd have left me at the doorstep, I'd probably be dead. On the way here, I could smell some creatures that would have liked to eat an exhausted carcass like mine. But I owe it all to you." Athena's eyes shined, as she couldn't help but admire Logan's frame. He was much older than her body was, but she still admired his muscles and strong arms, which she could imagine holding her passionately. She could also tell now that he had just recently shaved his sideburns, which meant that he smelled of sandalwood and musk--truly like a man. Athena smiled to herself, scolding her wandering eyes-- what was she doing, admiring a man like Logan when she had a dashing love, Lestat, who was just like her and understood her so well? Greedy Athena, she laughed at herself, smiling a bit on the outside as she removed the biggest galvanized pan in her bag. Rising from her position, Athena pulled over a cushioned seat for Jean, and put her largest pan in the bathtub.

"Sit here, Jean." Athena said kindly, and Jean replied with a friendly nod. As she sat on the chair that Athena had offered her, Logan stood behind her, looking to see if Jean was only suffering from a headache and nothing else. When he was sure of her health, he looked upon what Athena was doing. If she could shift her shape into that of a wolf's, he couldn't wait to see what other abilities she had.

"Blessed be." Athena whispered, so that Jean and Logan could barely hear her words. Sprinkling a bit of ash around the perimeter of the bathtub, Athena then threw the remainder into the cauldron. As a series of sparks flew up as a result, Athena picked up a sizeable bottle of water, and poured it slowly into the cauldron-like container. "May the spirit of Apollo be here with us, aid us, and help us each in His own way in our own lives." Athena raised her voice, and a soft white steam arose in the air just above the cauldron, just as Athena emptied the bottle of water into the pot. Taking some lotus petals and another golden substance, which was utterly foreign to Jean and Logan's eyes, but smelled like a piece of Heaven, Athena carefully added them to the pot, which had just begun to gently boil of its own accord. She kept her eyes on the pot as she carefully went through her back to take out a few more ingredients: a very dry piece of snake skin, a small bag filled with a curious black stone that was transparent in the light, unused incense, and a knife carved with intricate and beautiful designs. Athena first added the black stone and unused incense, which apparently caused the mixture to boil with more intensity. Putting the snake skin and knife aside, she lifted her hand so that it wavered just above the boiling cauldron. Closing her eyes, the cauldron seemed to boil faster and faster as Athena concentrated.

"I would stand back, if I were you," Athena said to Jean and Logan, only slightly opening her eyes towards them as she spoke in a stern, but not unkind, tone. Both of them thought it wise to listen to the young girl, and they listened just in time-- Athena's eyes burst open, as the cauldron was just about to overflow into the bathtub. She threw in the snakeskin, and quickly cut her palm to let a little blood into the concoction. Now that all of the ingredients had been added, Athena moved away, almost as far from the bathtub as Jean and Logan were. Soon enough, to Jean and Logan's great relief, the mixture only had a minor explosion before settling down, all of the ingredients having mixed into about two cups of a strange concoction with a strange purple hue. It shone with a bright luminosity, and Athena smiled at her efforts. Moving closer to the bathtub, Athena put her the palms of her hands together, and closed her eyes, a happy and satisfied smile upon her face. "May Apollo bless this solution, and make all of its drinkers well in their ailments of the brain and mind. I am but a humble servant of His will, His goal to cure the world of disease. Now, I will deliver this medicine unto its proper recipient, and I restore the will of Apollo to His rightful resting place. Zeus give glory to Apollo, and all those who aid the human race." Athena exhaled, and simultaneously parted her hands and opened her eyes. As she did so, the solution maintained its purple color, but the luminosity was gone-- as if it were something merely man-made, and not with the help of magic and Gods. Digging through her bag once more, Athena found a silver chalice that she had brought with her from home. Using the chalice as a ladle, Athena scooped up some of the solution into the chalice, and handed it to Jean.

"Here, Jean. This will make you feel a lot better. I promise." Athena gently handed the chalice back to Jean, making sure that she had grasped it firmly before letting go, so that she could put away all of the ingredients that she had left from conducting this simple recipe. It had been one of the first recipes that her father had taught her, long ago. For, in truth, Lupin was only the adoptive father of Athena-- the name of Athena's true father wasn't spoken very often. Not since Lupin had taken the girl he wished was his biological daughter into his loving home, and his two sons accepted her as their older sister-- though one of them was older than her in his physical appearance. Nevertheless, Athena was grateful for everything and all the opportunities she had been given, and she never wasted an iota of information or a gift. As far as Athena was concerned, she would keep using the practices that her father--secretly the last descendant of a line of powerful mages-- had taught her. Athena imagined that her eyes must have been shimmering a gray hue, when she thought of her long and complicated history, as she watched Jean, who first smelled the foreign drink. She then drank it, licking her lips in satisfaction as she gulped down the whole concoction in only two gulps. Athena had just finished putting away the unused materials when she accepted the empty chalice from Jean.

"Did you like it?" Athena said, with a smile, knowing from experience that the potion she had made was rich in flavor, and tasted almost like manufactured ambrosia.

"Liked it? It's better than Heaven! Did you use magic to prepare that?" Jean asked excitedly, as Logan, still standing behind her as he observed both Athena and Jean since he had come in, smiled in restrained excitement. They truly had a person who could use magic in the house, and, what's more, she seemed to be a benevolent person. Logan had always seemed to think that magic was used to deceive people, and not help them, but he started to wonder after seeing Athena and her medicine. Granted, his mind wasn't changed, but he certainly was thinking of how he might be wrong about magic and its purposes. Logan smiled at Athena, now not so frightened by her black eyes rimmed with a blood-like red, and saw a woman there, in the eyes of the teenaged child. In return, she was also captivated by his brown eyes; Lestat, Athena's love, had bitter black eyes like she did, which seemed to indicate that the person's soul had become black inside. Athena liked the look of Logan's brown eyes; though a tough, muscular, and tormented man was visible at the surface at the surface of Logan's psyche, Athena knew that a kind, gentle man lurked within, who could love and be loved, and whose feelings were just as vulnerable as the next person's. However, Athena forced herself to draw away and look back at Jean. Smiling at her apparent new friend, Athena asked, "Does your headache feel any better?"

"It does, actually. Already. . it does. Though I think I should go to bed, and give the medicine some time to work." Jean rose from the place where she'd been sitting, and Logan and Athena bid her a good rest. "If you start feeling bad again, I have one cup more of medicine. Come find me, and I'll give it to you." Jean gave Athena a friendly hug, to thank her for her kindness, and left for her and Scott's bedroom, which would afford her some rest.

Athena gulped as she realized that she and Logan were left alone. She didn't want to frighten and confuse him by just looking in his eyes, so she crossed her arms, packed the rest of the things away after cleaning the cauldron and storing the rest of the medicine in a glass cup she had also had sent to the Academy. Athena put her bags together, just under the sink, when Logan said, in a gruff manner, "Professor Xavier wanted to see you. He sent me to tell you that we need to figure out where you'll be sleeping while you're staying here." Logan picked up Athena's bags, in spite of her protests of how she hated being treated like a lady, and continued, "He's just outside in the hall. Go on." Athena, hating that Logan was carrying her bags, followed his directions anyway.

The rest of the X-men were with Professor Xavier when Athena emerged with Logan from the bathroom, now fully clothed to Xavier's delight. "Athena, are you feeling better?" Xavier said, and Kurt could have asked that question with the look in his eyes as he glanced at Athena.

"Yes, much better, thank you. No longer so cold." Athena grinned, responding to Xavier's question full of worry with a bit of humor and a chuckle. Xavier smiled back, happy to see that his niece's wit had fully returned. "Now then, my dear, we need to figure out where you'll sleep while you're staying in my Academy. You very well can't stay with any students; Heaven knows they're teenagers and need to have a bit of privacy." Turning towards the X-men, he asked them, "Is there any one of you that can afford to give Athena a bed, even a space on a bed? She is practically my niece, after all, and I would like her to be comfortable while she is staying with us."

The X-men looked at each other, asking themselves and their friends if they could afford to give the girl any such space. Scott and Jean only had one bed in their room, which they shared; Bobby and Rogue, while not living together, were both students and often worked late nights, which they knew would disturb Athena; Kurt and Storm both barely slept, Kurt spending nights either in the Danger Room, honing his technique or just reading and enjoying the silence, Storm spending most nights correcting the endless piles of papers that accumulated over the week (she had always been sort of a procrastinator).

Logan knew all this, and knew that he could afford space to Athena. He didn't use his bed that much; most of the time, he didn't feel like sleeping. However, when he did sleep for an entire night, he was a sound sleeper. Also, he felt that he had some connection with this girl--for one, he now was almost attracted to her by the dramatic color of her eyes.

"I could let her stay in my room," Logan spoke up, knowing that the other X-men were counting on his selflessness in that moment. "Would that be okay with you?" Logan said, looking kindly upon Athena.

"That would be just fine, Logan. Thanks. . Thank you." Curtsying in front of Logan, he chuckled as he returned her feminine gesture with a bow. "Will this be okay with you?" Athena looked at the man who was almost like an uncle to her earnestly, hoping that he was satisfied with this arrangement. "Yes, that will be wonderful. Now go, go unpack and put your things in your room." Athena nodded while looking at Xavier, smiling as she glanced upon Kurt before turning back to head off to Logan's room. As they see Logan and Athena carefully head off to Logan's room, they each go to their own rooms for some well-earned rest and relaxation for most of them-- but in Storm's case, she would have to tackle the papers that sat in her "IN" box on her desk. As she gently sighed, Storm, as the other X-men could feel, that life was finally beginning to return to normal at the Academy.